Ah, the 1920s. An era of freely flowing hooch, sassy flappers, and dangerous gangsters. The mood was carefree speculation set to a brass-heavy soundtrack, and baby, if you've seen Charleston lately, the moneyed expansion makes it feel the same here. There is no better place in Charleston to slip into this dreamy decade than at Prohibition. The cocktails are of a much higher quality than the bathtub gin our forebears had to endure, and the music can be enjoyed without the threat of a gangster charging in and shooting up the place. Adventurous souls can even hop on the dance floor to show off Charleston's greatest contribution to the epoch, the namesake knee-swinging dance.