PDT

There are few better streets for bars than St. Marks between First and A (and oddly few worse than St Marks between First and Second). Now thanks to PDT it has its first honest to goodness speakeasy. It's hard to get much more hidden than an entrance in a telephone booth in a hot dog shop. Thankfully the speakeasy gimic is backed up with a truly great bar. Expertly crafted cocktails and a cool comfortable space ensure PDT is as much substance as style.

Cocktails at PDT are served with the same painstaking care and attention as Pegu Club, Milk and Honey, Death and Company, or Angel's Share.

No matter how jaded the New Yorker. You've still got to admit that entering a speakeasy through a telephone booth in a hot dog shop is pretty damn cool.

Head down the stairs in Crif Dogs. Walk into the telephone booth. Press the button, and cross your fingers they let you in

Don't be startled when the bouncer asks "Can I help you?" it's all part of the Schtick.

Crif Dogs serves the best hot dogs in the city, or at least you'll swear they are after a night of drinking. And if you're in the E. Village and in a suitable frame of mind the stoner special hot dog assortment is available for delivery late into the night.

Reservations are day of only and after 2pm. You'll probably want to make them.