So I left New York today after having stayed with Karen for a week. I’m sure she’s tired of me using her living room as a bedroom. It was great visiting friends and family and NYC – I will miss you, but not your cold gray weather. Brrrr!
One of my favorite parts of the trip was a speakeasy my friend KT took me to on Saturday called PDT short for “Please Don’t Tell.” It’s a secret bar within a hot dog shop. You have to walk into the hot dog place, then go into the phone booth inside and dial a number on the phone. Then a wall in the phone booth opens up and a woman takes you inside a dark candlelit bar with cute bartenders that serve yummy strong cocktails. You can even order hotdogs from the place next door and they slide them through a cubby hole into the bar.
I love speakeasies! I’m sad San Francisco only has one 
I will definitely have to go to more when I go back to New York.
