P.D.T/Crif Dogs 113 St. Mark’s PlaceI'm just sayin' ...
On a side street populated by restaurants hawking hummus and falafel, there was no sign of the bar P.D.T (Please Don’t Tell) ... The entrance is located inside Crif Dogs, a hot dog joint that takes gilding the lily to a new level. We walked inside, stepped into the red phone booth, picked up the phone and spoke with a woman who promptly opened a door which revealed the hidden bar on the other side. Perhaps a bit theatrical but definitely a fun way to begin the cocktail experience—it certainly channels a prohibition-era mood. In contrast to the bright fluorescent lighting of Crif Dogs, P.D.T is a dimly-lit narrow room with a low ceiling, dark brown leather banquettes in the front half of the room and a bar that seats about 15 in the back half.
We met friends and ordered cocktails: a dark and stormy, a cranberry cobbler, and two vespers. Despite having just finished dinner, we had to try the dogs from next door and were not disappointed. Our server brought us a sampling that included “Chang” in honor of Chef David Chang (a bacon-wrapped dog crowned with kimchi) and our favorite: a hot dog wrapped in bacon, deep fried and served in a bun with cream cheese and everything bagel seasoning—so beyond gluttony but so good. Abnormally delicious tater tots plus waffle fries and a side of cheese whiz rounded out the bar snacks. All washed down with very well-made cocktails.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Best. Bar. Ever.
Barbara Lynch's review of a hot-dog dive-slash-hidden-bar in NYC:
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2 comments:
If we were the type of people that stayed up late drinking, this may be the sort of place we would visit.
Alas, we're old.
It did make me think of our old end-of-the evening venue: Decibel on 9th Street between 2nd and 3rd. As if the Blade Runner ambience wasn't enough, read their "crew" descriptions.
But really, aren't we going to be in NYC in the near future? I've had the dogs at crip, but not the bar. Sounds like a destiny to me.
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