You Can Get In If You Can Fit In
From a traditional marketing perspective, Please Dont Tell might sound like the wrong thing to name your bar. But in our city, where exclusivity begets popularity, whispered secrets can pave the road to success. Except Please Dont Tellthe East Villages newest speakeasy, which opened in late Mayis no longer a secret.
Its surreptitious subterranean location, however, does endow it with a certain mystique that, once youve crossed the threshold, makes you feel like youve discovered an unknown hideout akin to the Bat Cave.
PDT is housed in a former bubble teahouse next to Crif Dogs on St. Marks Place. To gain entry, go inside Crifs, slide into the phone booth along the western wall, pick up the phone and, if you know the password, a door will open from the other side. Actually, there is no password. And you dont have to know the right people or wear product in your hair to get in. You just have to fit in, literally. And with a capacity of 50, space is limited. So call aheadthey start answering the phone at 3 p.m. for same-day reservations.
We dont want people breathing down each others necks here, says owner Brian Shebairo, explaining why he doesnt fill the lounge until its standing room only. We want to keep it down, this aint a frat house. You may not get in every time you want to, but when you do get in, youll be happy.
This approach seems to be working, as everyone Ive talked to when Ive been there has said the exact same thing, This place is cool. But its not too cool for school, if you know what I mean. In fact, its the most chill, least hipster-infested bar in the neighborhood.
Exposed brick walls adorned with taxidermy trophies meet a low, warped ceiling disguised in a pattern of carved timber. Behind the mahogany bar, aproned gentlemen carefully pour cocktails that were created specifically for PDT by hired-gun mixologist Jim Meehan.
Esoteric ingredients like Aperol and Aquavit stud the curious, somewhat ambitious menu; but dont fret, they serve common drinks like martinis and bourbon-and-cokes, too. I recommend the tequila-based El Diablo ($11), or the Captain Lawrence Smoked Porter ($4). As a bonus, you can also order burgers, fries and dogs from next door without ever having to get up from your comfy seat.
Before you leave, there are two things you shouldnt miss: the inlaid diorama near the front door, a surreal forest populated with nudists, fairies and the Gestapo; and the bathrooms, where floors, walls and ceilings are tiled in shattered mirrors set by the Mosaic Man, revered Village artist Jim Power. Although mounted plaques lay down the rulesNo Opium Smoking and No Cocaine Peddlingthese powder rooms seem to encourage lewd, illicit behavior. But whatever goes on in there, please dont tell.
Please Dont Tell 113 St. Marks Place (near Ave. A) 212-614-0386