Inside, the view is an explosion of wood paneling and metal, the space a long and narrow corridor packed with enough keys to stock every janitor in Michigan. A long bar runs along the first portion of the room’s interior wall, a string of tables running opposite. Above the bar dangles what feels like hundreds of vintage hotel keys on hooks, an impressive display that forms the bottom layer of a sandwich, vintage beer bottles just above before giving away to a top layer of, yep, more keys.
The paneling behind the bar resembles a grandfather’s garage work bench, old (and gigantic) metal padlocks mixed in with combination locks and more keys just above and behind the bar’s liquor display. If you’re wondering what makes up the border above this vintage display, then you’re not really paying attention to the theme here. The bar itself is made of a clear epoxy of some variety, clear so that you can see the dozens upon dozens of keys encased within.
In the interest of leaving a few key-related decorations unspoiled by this review, I won’t go into full detail about every other inch of the bar’s impressive devotion to the theme, but I will point out that said devotion extends to the bathroom floor, where somehow keys have been embedded into the polished floor throughout the restroom area. No stone left unturned, as they say.
