Thank You. I appreciate that you stopped by. And look at how easy that was, type, press enter, and we let you right in. Nothing like going to PDT, nothing at all my friend. We tried twice. We made reservations right at 3 like you have to, but basically had to turn a trick to get into this bar. I have have been before, of course. But the thing is, this isn’t like a celebrity filled bungalow 8 circa that Sex in the City episode everyone loves with the Aussie gay guy and Samantha on X. Nope, it’s just tiny. Very, very small.
Speakeasy, speakeasy, speakeasy. They are creeping all over the city. BAM! Another one. But PDT does take it really seriously. I like that. I mean sneak in through a phone booth? GENIUS! I love love love this feature more every time. Many people know about my desire to be a spy, pretend I am a spy, lie and tell strangers I am a spy….etc. Sometimes, by the end of my subway ride, I am sure I am a spy. Picking up a phone and having the secret door open, this helps the fantasy.
The drinks are EH. But order a manhattan. It will be good. I didn’t like many of the options on the cocktail menu. The decor is nice, I mean who doesn’t love taxidermy. I certainly do. But by the end of this night I kind of had the drunk sads and I am pretty sure I was well into waxing talks of ex’s before I realized I needed to go home.
So after the double header…I absolutely had a huge sausage egg and cheese sandwich at my desk in the morning. OOOOOFff.
Oh and PDT girls: I hate your poofy headbands. I was lying.
