Red Phone Booth

On Brickell Avenue there's a restored red London phone booth, and if you know the number to dial, the back of it opens.

Theater? Absolutely. But the Atlanta-born concept backs the trick with substance, which is why it belongs here. Behind the booth is a proper 1920s room — dark, unhurried, built for people who came to stay a while — and one of the deepest brown-spirit collections in the city.

The Door

Entry runs on "the code" — a phone number you get from a member, a regular, or a polite inquiry. It sounds like a gimmick until you're inside and realize what the door actually does: it keeps the room a room, not a scene. Being the person who knows the number is half the pleasure.

The Bar

More than 400 bourbons, whiskeys, and limited releases, with guided flights for the curious and Prohibition-era cocktails built tableside with some ceremony. If your evening's ambition is to finally understand what the fuss over a particular barrel is about, this is where to settle the question.

The Humidor

A walk-in stocked with Padrón, Arturo Fuente, La Flor Dominicana, and boutique labels worth asking after. Members keep private lockers; the Mafia Room hosts the private nights. But the room itself is open to the public — memberships buy convenience, not admission.

Why We Picked It

Because the best speakeasies understand that the secret door is a promise about what's behind it — and this one keeps the promise. Come for the booth. Become a regular for the barrel list.