Now when I think about speakeasys today, I always love the ones that still require a password or keep some of the traditional themes at play. The Gibson may not require you to dress up in a flapper dress, but they keep some of the original traditions alive.
Tucked next door to Marvin, a wonderful restaurant in D.C. run by the same owner, The Gibson still has a black unmarked door. As you walk in, you walk into a stairwell where a kind gentleman checks ID. He then opens another unmarked door on the left and escorts you into your secret hideaway.
The dim candlelit room stretched back fairly far and included many tables of people (reservations needed for these!). Dana and I chose a cozy corner seat at the bar and looked at their extensive menu of unique concoctions that apparently change seasonally. I have included an example of a menu from a fellow traveller Adam Jackson since it was too dark for my photo to look good!
The mixologist was wonderful at choosing drinks that suited our palette and preference. I must say, I was very impressed and if you're up for an adventure, The Gibson is the place to go!