A staple in NY cocktail bar lore is the place you get to through a phone booth in a hot dog shop in the East Village. This storied booze closet is PDT, which stands for "Please Don't Tell." It's website shrouds any kind of useful information , displaying only a glamour shot with a phone number.
The jackalope isn't the only one who condescends at PDT.
It's a tiny place, and although the taxidermy on the wall (think animals in evening wear) is sort of cool, the whole thing feels cliche and shoddily assembled. The drinks are good, sure, but after coming from Apotheke, it seems junior league.
The soundtrack is good (the standard indie folk rock variety) but the drinks were predictable. The bourbon-bitters-citrus thing, the vodka-St. Germain-citrus thing, etc. St. Mark's Place is good for dive bars and tattoos; I'd say Please Don't Trouble yourself with this one.
The jackalope isn't the only one who condescends at PDT.
Basics: http://pdtnyc.com/
Be Advised: You'll feel like you're 16 again calling the radio station trying to win tickets when you call for reservations. Beware the brisk hostess barking at patrons as they try to enter. The back of the menu features hot dogs, which, since it will probably be near midnight or after when you get in, might sound good. They're not.
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