The weekend is your chief of staff.
You have certain fixed notions of what tapas should be—namely: tiny, Spanish, delicious. And this place doesn’t want to disabuse you of those. But it would like to broaden your horizons with the flavors of Basque Country. So maybe a little disabuse, but nothing you can’t handle.
Red-checkered tablecloths and Sinatra pictures mean one thing: an old-school Italian joint. Or, in this case, a new old-school Italian joint. Mia Francesca and Purple Pig have teamed up with an owner from Gennaro’s to give you unfettered access to spaghetti, pork chops and the feeling you’re in GoodFellas.
You’re tough, but you don’t have to swallow nails to prove it. Sometimes, you’ll settle for something softer. At this mashed potato eating contest, you’ll go spud to spud with your iron-gutted competitors for cash, prizes (in the form of beer) and, one would hope, rivers of gravy.
Your New Year’s resolution: drink more Bloody Marys. Conveniently, Mercadito’s rolling out its Bloody Mary bottle service, so your Huevos Ahogados (basically Mexican eggs benedict) will be accompanied by a bottle of vodka and three housemade mixers. Let’s see a gym offer you that.
You don’t need to be in control all the time... at least when it comes to your sushi. So relax in Sunda’s private dining loft as their new chef delivers six courses in this chef’s choice dinner. Consider it an audition to see if he can handle your wasabi needs.
