What is the password, the strong intimidating gentleman asks? James Bond 007? No. Fight club. No. I eat liver for breakfast. No. He doesn’t sit and let you keep trying too long, as there is a line from the door to kingdom come behind you. You then move into the building and take your position as you await instructions. Meanwhile, all those folks who were lucky enough to have heard the password before shuffle in through some black doors to the left. Now here you are. The dominatrix requires something of you. I have seen grown men dance around like monkeys. Sassy girls ride the pony. Frat boys take a pie to the face. Ok, you think you can handle this—do your task in front of the few people in line and you are in. The dominatrix then leads you to another set of black doors adjacent to the password doors. Be afraid. Be very afraid. As you take your first step in, it feels like ALL eyes are on you. And you bet, they are! There are video cameras set up all over the bar and tuned in to the password game. You just think you acted the fool in front of a few folks. Nah, more like 100—and they don’t hold back there loud grunts and drunken insults just for you.

I can’t begin to describe this haven for all those that like a bit of adventure, naughtiness, gambling and mystery that this bar has to offer. In the ladies restroom there is a poster of Bert Reynolds –totally naked with the exception of a large red heart covering his priceless jewels. Something about that heart there makes the ladies go crazy. All it takes is one touch, brush, breath and the heart is activated. Now, outside the restroom a red strobe light and loud horn start going off. Suck it up. Everybody knows you touched Burt Reynolds.

There are several blackjack tables that offer fierce competition and barrels of drunken stupors through out the club. Think you can beat the dealer and all your pals at blackjack? Give it try. You won’t lose or win any money in these games however. Chips are worth drinks. Quite amazing how far some would go to covet their drink cards.

In the other ladies room there is a two way mirror that allows the girls to see everybody who stops to check themselves out. And if this isn’t the most popular spot to groom, I don’t know what is.  This can keep the ladies entertained for hours. Wonder if your girlfriend wandered off with another joe, nah, she’s is probably just laughing to death at all the folks that stop to pick something out of their teeth. Ladies only, gentleman.

Ready to head out for the evening? Grab your buddies and get yourself in to the elevator. That in itself isn’t so weird; however once you are in the strangeness shows its ugly face again. There is a payphone in the elevator. You must drop a good old-fashioned quarter (no the price has not risen as the real world has). You eagerly drop the quarter in and pick up the phone. The mysterious voice on the other end of the line will give you four digits. You then enter the four digits into the keypad in the elevator and down you go—on your way out of this unusually perplexing bar.

People near and far have claimed to have heard about this place. Great place for friends, drinking, mingling, photo taking, etc. There is only one thing that can keep you from swinging like a monkey and riding the pony. That is the password. If anyone ever asks you, share it at your own discretion. For mystery and 007, intrigue and fantasy, come check out Milwaukee’s one and only Safehouse. Approach with caution and respect….What is the password, the strong intimidating gentleman asks? “I’m looking for a Safehouse”. These few words will lead surely lead you to an evening you’ll never forget.