Saying they should have known from the moment they walked in the unmarked speakeasy entrance and spotted the extensive wood paneling, customers confirmed Friday that, ugh, this is one of those places where the bartenders all wear bow ties. Oh, Jesus, theyve got tweed vests and everything, said customer Tyler Healy, looking around with mounting alarm at the various bar employees who, sure enough, were sporting wax-sculpted mustaches and, Christ, garters on their arms. Its fine that there are no TVs in here, but come on, this old-timey piano music is a bit much. Oh dear lord, they refer to their drinks as libations on the menu. No, no, no! At press time, Healy was frantically scrambling for the exit after one of the bartenders approached him and asked Whatll it be, Mac? 