Aedaen Place houses a brasserie, a pizzeria and a speakeasy with no visible entrance. You cross the pizzeria, pass behind the kitchen, find the small console table and pull. That slightly absurd gesture is the entry ritual. Downstairs: raw concrete, velvet, low lighting. A wall of bottles so tall the bartender sometimes climbs a ladder. Over 300 references. And a way of serving that changes everything: you answer a checklist of questions about your tastes, allergies, mood, and they create something on the spot. Two people with the same checklist get the same cocktail. Which, fairly logically, makes you want to compare.