Walt Whitman penned a few lines for this onetime bohemian beer cellar, including this one: "The vault at Pfaff's, where the drinkers and laughers meet to eat and drink and carouse." Today, the subterranean drinkery, which has had several incarnations since it opened in the 1850s, serves as a handsome cocktail lounge featuring a century-old white-oak bar, restored iron columns and granite ceilings. The drinks list offers refined quaffs, like the 1855, made with a vine-flower liqueur, house-made cranberry bitters and prosecco, and the St. Henry, which combines pisco, elderflower liqueur, lime juice and orange bitters. Pad the boozing with fancy bites, including salmon tartare with chipotle avocado and yucca chips, and baby rack of lamb with a mushroom-veal reduction and a pecorino-zucchini gratin.
|Venue name:||The Vault at Pfaff's (CLOSED)||Contact:|
|Cross street:||at Bleecker St|
|Opening hours:||Tue–Thu 6pm–midnight; Fri, Sat 6pm–2am|
|Transport:||Subway: B, D, F, M to Broadway–Lafayette St; 6 to Bleecker St|
|Price:||Average drink: $14. AmEx, Disc, MC, V|
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Skip this bar. My biggest problem with the bar was its service. Drinks were incredibly slow. Even though we did not complain about sluggish service, the staff treated us incredibly rudely and condescendingly. This is hands down the worst service I've had in any bar in New York. (Except for the door man--that guy was cool.) The decor made the bar seem promising, but the drinks were far too sweet. I was expecting speakeasy-level drinks and was sorely disappointed. This is a much older crowd that I would have expected at a Nolita bar. Kinda douchey as well.