Please Don't Tell
NYC Speakeasy: Please Don't TellThe line extending from the entrance to Crif Dogs and spilling onto St. Marks Place on Saturday nights can be a bit misleading. Sure, their bacon-wrapped, chili and coleslaw drenched, "spicy redneck" hot dog is horribly delicious (and the arcade games you can play beneath their Plexiglass tables are pretty awesome), but for every person standing in line for a hot dog is another waiting to enter the vintage phone booth tucked away in the left-hand corner. Spoiler alert: this isn't an ordinary phone booth. It's actually the entrance to Please Don't Tell (PDT), one of the few NYC speakeasy's still trying to uphold the 1920s policy of underground secrecy.
Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, the same can't be said for the PDT patrons, who have taken the bar's name for granted. It can be difficult to snag a seat in the intimate, dimly-lit space without reservations (which I recommend making at least three days in advance.) But the wait is worth it, especially for their signature cocktails, like the "Staggerac", a strong Sazerac made with 140-proof bourbon and absinthe.
To make reservations, call 212-614-0386, or if you're feeling lucky, walk into Crif Dogs, enter the phone booth, and hit pound on the keypad to leave your name on that night's wait list.