We've got nothing against the modern-day speakeasy.
We're more than happy to go along with waistcoats, mustaches and intricate cocktails spiked with blackened mint bark bitters and absinthe foam.
But sometimes we just want to steal away to a hidden, dark, basement bar, listen to a little Sinatra and drink Barolo until the sun comes up.
Welcome to My Little Secret, an Italian speakeasy quietly opening its doors in the heart of Little Italy on Thursday for your late-night snacking and drinking comedown.
Now, normally a bar called My Little Secret opened by the cannoli king of Little Italy (Baby John Delutro) with an old-school gangster theme and a frosted-glass tommy gun on the wall may not be your typical late-night hangout. Actually, yes, yes it would.
To find MLS, you'll be looking for a rather large, rather discerning bouncer standing at the base of a dark staircase on Mulberry Street. Barring any unforeseen setbacks with this gentleman, you'll find yourself in what feels like a wine cellar complete with low ceilings, red candles and cut-off wine barrels lining the wall.
There's a small bar up front, but you'll want to settle in one of the semi-private booths in the back, order up some risotto balls, lobster sliders and that bottle of Barolo. Come 4am, they'll lock the doors and if you happened to make nice with Baby John, you may find yourself at the bar taking down some limoncello before heading out into the night.
Or the morning.
We're more than happy to go along with waistcoats, mustaches and intricate cocktails spiked with blackened mint bark bitters and absinthe foam.
But sometimes we just want to steal away to a hidden, dark, basement bar, listen to a little Sinatra and drink Barolo until the sun comes up.
Welcome to My Little Secret, an Italian speakeasy quietly opening its doors in the heart of Little Italy on Thursday for your late-night snacking and drinking comedown.
Now, normally a bar called My Little Secret opened by the cannoli king of Little Italy (Baby John Delutro) with an old-school gangster theme and a frosted-glass tommy gun on the wall may not be your typical late-night hangout. Actually, yes, yes it would.
To find MLS, you'll be looking for a rather large, rather discerning bouncer standing at the base of a dark staircase on Mulberry Street. Barring any unforeseen setbacks with this gentleman, you'll find yourself in what feels like a wine cellar complete with low ceilings, red candles and cut-off wine barrels lining the wall.
There's a small bar up front, but you'll want to settle in one of the semi-private booths in the back, order up some risotto balls, lobster sliders and that bottle of Barolo. Come 4am, they'll lock the doors and if you happened to make nice with Baby John, you may find yourself at the bar taking down some limoncello before heading out into the night.
Or the morning.
