I was having trouble deciding what cocktail I wanted so I asked the gentleman bartender for a recommendation and he pondered. A minute later he poured the most brilliant drink..like he read my mind.
The East Village’s most unsuspecting and sexy speakeasy, where bourbon is laced with honey and hot dogs go gourmet. If prohibition hits again, this is where you’ll find us.
How to not look like a damn fool: Take a left in Criff Dogs, into the phone booth. Pick the phone up, dial 1 to buzz in. Put the phone down (it doesnt work you weirdo) and face the wall to your left.
A speakeasy accessed through Crif Dogs next door, PDT serves up deep-fried Jersey dogs, including the Wylie with deep-fried mayo, tomato molasses, shredded lettuce and dried onions. Read more
When the hostess asks "can I help you?" it's best to reply "can I help YOU? You work in a phone booth." in any case, if your vagina is hankering for a Danish past the breakfast rush this is the place
If you like the occasional cigar (or just the scent), ask for the "Romeo y Julieta". It got me hooked for three rounds. The $6 dogs are ok ─I had the Chang─ but I recommend eating elsewhere and saving