Three-A Lounge Review

Way Back When…
Speakeasy in the Village.

If prohibition was at a time where Kumquat and Kirshwasser were served, we’re sure people would’ve been lookin’ a whole lot better at those hidden utopias. Welcome to PDT-Please Don’t Tell, and we have to, but we really don’t want to.

Once you get past the confusion and enter an obscure telephone booth through Crif Dogs (please wait to judge before you get inside), a door suddenly slides open. Poof! You’ll find an underground lounge truly much less pretentious than it appears to be. Their dank demeanor is immediately foregone by an extensive drink list, each with a kind description and minor history. Sailor lore and Swiss mysteries are weaved into how a cocktail came to be by collaborations of New York City’s finest bartenders

The menu’s alliterations and rhyme scheme coyly intrigues you, and well you might keep on swiping that card…just for a taste. Try the Bizet, categorized under “Music To Our Ears”, PDT shows their love for connecting old-school music to new-age drinks. PDT mixes temptation with reality as you realize you truly are hidden from the streets (and that may not be a bad thing). They occasional telephone ring may be heard, but don’t fret, you’ve already made it inside the booth.

It’s the 21st century, and conceptual prohibition has never been more fun.