Even though they said “please” I can’t help not writing about this tiny lounge hidden behind a delicious NYC hotdog shop. Please Don’t Tell (PDT) was the best entertainment for us on a quiet Wednesday night. Out of Luke’s Lobster in East Village, our appetite satisfied with delicious lobster rolls, we walked up to St. Marks Place to stumble into Crif Dogs. Inside the shop my friend made his call through the antique telephone booth found on the left side. Right after our friends who couldn’t resist the Crif sour cheese dog, were done with their food, a tiny door on the other side of the booth opened up to call us in.
It was easy to tell that PDT is a toughened up speakeasy from the people who have walked out of the booth before us. Some were in shorts and some in nice dresses. Anyone who knew someone inside was welcome. Dressed up with a black interior, dimmed lights and mummies of wild animals, PDT welcomes visitors to a wide corridor of a few booths and a sophisticated bar.
The cocktails (which change every season) are unique and worth trying. The short menu of food found on the last page is also too delicious not to notice. One other essential thing to notice here is, as my friend Can Paksoy mentioned, the list of house rules hung up inside the restrooms.
