Don't let the name frighten you; it's merely a reference to the neighborhood in which this bar is located ("kills" means "creek" and "Dutch," of course, is a nod to the colonists of "New Amsterdam").
When it opened, it attracted only locals in the know; it was on a block where there wasn't much happening, especially at night. In the years since, it's become a destination bar, drawing drinkers from all over the city who come to work their way through the oft-changing, short but sweet cocktail menu, or to share their preferences with a mixologist who will craft a drink just for them.
The scene is dark, Prohibition-era. Booths are somewhat uncomfortable, but this spot is so happening and the drinks are so fantastic that you might not even notice.