Please Don't Tell

"A lot of bars claim to be “speakeasies.” And while none of them actually warrant that title—alcohol has been legal for a long time, people—PDT is about as close as you can get to the real thing. You enter through a vintage phone booth within the hot dog shop Crif Dogs. That means you can conveniently order a hot dog (or three) once you’re inside. The space is dark and small, and if you bring a date, they’ll be impressed." - bryan kim, kenny yang, neha talreja, will hartman

"PDT is short for “Please Don’t Tell,” although most people refer to this place as “that bar hidden behind a phone booth in Crif Dogs.” It’s been around since 2007, back when cocktails started to get serious, and there weren’t yet speakeasy-esque bars on every corner—and it’s still a fun place to grab an interesting drink made with carrot juice or pecan bitters. Ridiculous hidden entrance aside, this place doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s just a tiny, casual room with brick walls, enormous booths, and a hint of taxidermy. Make a reservation, and try one of the signature hot dogs if you get hungry." - bryan kim, neha talreja, sonal shah, willa moore

"When people talk about PDT, they tend to call it “that one bar behind the phone booth in the hot dog place on St. Marks.” So even if you aren’t familiar with the name, you’ve probably heard of this place. Along with Little Branch and Attaboy, it was one of those early-2000s cocktail bars that helped normalize the word “mixologist,” and nowadays, it mostly just feels like a laid-back cocktail bar that just happens to be hidden. The drinks are inventive and excellent, and there are a few big booths for groups." - bryan kim, sonal shah

"Even in the internet age, finding much about Please Don’t Tell (PDT), a speakeasy on St. Mark’s Place, can be a bit difficult. Its website is one page with only a phone number to make reservations. Despite sharing space with Crif Dogs, a late night fried hot dog joint, its menu is unknown until entering (although there are still fried hot dogs that you can order from the adjacent restaurant). More importantly, just to get in, one must know the number to dial in the nondescript telephone booth. Of course, Yelp can provide all the answers, but that goes against the whole idea of the place. Find a friend (or a friend of a friend) who has been there and knows what to expect. That’s part of the experience. Hoops (and lines) aside, PDT is a pretty cool experience: a sanguine bite of New York glamour at its most self-aware." - ATLAS_OBSCURA

"Even in the internet age, finding much about Please Don’t Tell (PDT), a speakeasy on St. Mark’s Place, can be a bit difficult. Its website is one page with only a phone number to make reservations. Despite sharing space with Crif Dogs, a late night fried hot dog joint, its menu is unknown until entering (although there are still fried hot dogs that you can order from the adjacent restaurant). More importantly, just to get in, one must know the number to dial in the nondescript telephone booth. Of course, Yelp can provide all the answers, but that goes against the whole idea of the place. Find a friend (or a friend of a friend) who has been there and knows what to expect. That’s part of the experience. Hoops (and lines) aside, PDT is a pretty cool experience: a sanguine bite of New York glamour at its most self-aware." - ATLAS_OBSCURA