We figured the new cocktail speakeasy next to Crif Dogs would have remarkable restrooms. After all, its name is PDT (Please Dont Tell) and weve always had that same policy when it comes to East Village loos youll certainly never hear our stories about the ones at Lit circa 2002. At least, not until you buy us a few El Diablos at this decidedly more civilized bote. In which case, like the Strokes song goes, meet us in the bathroom.
Concept: Mosaic Man Jim Power covered the WCs floor-to-ceiling in glass chips to create whats easily the artsiest of the neighborhoods restrooms especially now that Alt.Coffees computer heap is no longer.
Privacy: Sliding doors keep the two washrooms nice and snug.
Amenities: Small plaques make it clear theres No Cocaine Peddling and No Opium Smoking notice, though: nothing about cocaine smoking.
Drawbacks: The sink is about the size of Duchamps Fountain. Dont get any ideas.
Strategy: And dont even think about jacking one of the golden chips that spell out PDT on the floor Jim Power will mess you up.