...it's at The Skylark, where a customizable summer menu of the frozen pink warm-weather beverage (and rosé two other ways) is being served up alongside gracious views of a New York City skyline.
Your next charming outdoor date situation has arrived via a world renowned Michelin Star restaurant, which is nice. It's here where you will enjoy caviar amongst fresh herbs in Jarden Privé (French for 'private garden,' folks), many of which Chef Nico Abello picks himself to be served that very same gorgeous evening. Now please, dry your eyes. You haven't even been yet.
Raise your hand if you own a decent pair of pajamas. For shame. Now run over to Sleepy Jones (or their website), where they're knocking 20% off every single thing you can wear to bed or in a coffee commercial.
Montauk and Brooklyn hotspots are teaming up for Ruschmeyer's Brunch hosted by Freehold—wherein beach games and live music will commence in Ruschmeyer's backyard summer campground. There will also be some drunk yoga going on back there in case wellness is only a partial priority.
Oh, and if you call them correctly, it lets you win real money, too. HBO's flaccid new adaptation of the classic Ray Bradbury novel, Fahrenheit 451, begs the question: does Fahrenheit 451 even matter, anymore? Last but not least, we should talk about "brie-ing." Apparently, it's this new trend where bougie middle-aged women stuff ecstasy into wheels of brie...
