Last Winter, Fork My Piehole took a trip to the concrete jungle that is New York City. We’ve both been to NYC before but, as we’d already done most of the touristy bits, this time we had the pure aim of consuming as many goodies as we possibly could. We’d heard of Please Don’t Tell from friends and online and it was a definite ‘need to visit’ on our list.
This is a non-reservation bar and quite exclusive; we had to call for a table non-stop for a good ten minutes to get through the phone lines. We’d tried the previous day with no joy – we did call a bit later (you have to call when they open at 3pm), so learned our lesson and set an alarm to remind us to book – and having limited time in NYC this was our last chance! Luckily we got through and booked a table. So, as it would make sense, we made our way to the East Village for our slot at 9pm.