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"After you get past the bouncer—use the code-phrase "Vengo a comer," or “I’ve come to eat”—you'll descend into a secret after-hours speakeasy with red-and-white checkered tablecloths. Bleary-eyed revelers sit elbow to elbow carbo-loading on spaghetti like Olympic marathoners—even though it's 5 a.m. But at its core, Lady Pepa isn't about the drinks. It's a hangout—a well-padded, good-vibes-only final stop on a ruinous night out. Best of all, the staff is oddly cheery for working the graveyard shift." - Benjamin Kemper