Accessed through "a phone booth in Crif Dogs", this speakeasy-style East Village lair features bartending "experts" who whip up "fancy concoctions" (at "fancy prices") in "intimate", "taxidermied" digs; the initials stand for 'Please Don't Tell', but since "everyone's been told", it's best to make advance reservations.
Please Don't Tell—this place sizzles, and not just due to the sizzling décor and clever cocktail food. Another of New York's nominally "secret" bars, complete with below-the-radar things like a website and Twitter account.
Do tell. Pass back through the phone booth more transformed than Clark Kent. Creative cocktails in strong pours inside stealth space abutting Crif Dogs. Knockout Reverend Palmer infuses Elijah Craig with black tea, plus lemon and bitters. Nice job all around with the diagonal slat ceiling, de rigueur taxidermy, and glowing bar. Dogs and tater tots keep pretension limits within the stratosphere....
There seem to be more speakeasies in New York these days than there were during Prohibition. So it's nice to see PDT—or "Please Don't Tell"—have some fun with the secret-bar concept. Here's how it works: At 3 pm on the day you'd like to attend, call and make a reservation for a time slot anywhere between 6 pm and 3 am. Arrive on time and descend the stairs of Crif Dogs, the legendary late-night...