Perks is hooking you up with the season’s hottest gift: leather-bound cufflinks that happen to be fully functional lighters. (Enjoy responsibly.) We’re also getting you access to a lifetime of private jetting for 300 bucks and shipping you a box of truffles directly from Italy—from the same importers Daniel Boulud uses—for 25% off.
The weekend is going back for seconds.
Safety Dancing at Grand Central
Tonight, you’re going to see Men Without Hats (yes, the “Safety Dance” guys) live. If this were 1983, it’d be a small to medium deal. Tonight, however, it’s an ’80s-themed party at Grand Central. DJs: yes. People in parachute pants: yes. You in parachute pants: probably not yes.
Game-Day Cocktailing at Area 31
You love a good postgame cocktail. Area 31 knows this. So for every Heat game for the rest of the season, they’re celebrating on their outdoor terrace with ceviche, chorizo croquettes and drink specials. If there were ever a reason for the Heat to go deep into the playoffs again...
Hedy Goldsmith Comes to Sugarcane
Sugarcane is putting something new on their menu Monday. Hedy Goldsmith. Yup, the Michael’s Genuine chef is joining forces with Timon Balloo to do a special six-to-eight-course, cocktail-paired meal. And dessert. Definitely dessert.
Watching Movies, Playing Table Tennis
Dinner and a movie: you’ve done that. Ping-pong and a film festival: you’ve... well, you’ve never even thought of that. Here, try this out—the Miami Short Film Festival starts Monday. They’re doing a nightly wrap party at Chalk with complimentary beer and table tennis. Just not at the same time.
It’s almost that time of year again. You know, the time before the time when Art Basel almost starts. Also, when those crazy painted pianos begin popping up around town. So Wednesday, there’s a launch party for said pianos, with gratis vodka cocktails and passed bites. There’s a hot cross buns joke here somewhere...
Champagne Carts, Samba and, Yes, Turkey
Watches and Bags and Bikes in Wynwood
Hot Shaves, Lobster Pot Pie and A Tribe Called Quest
Giving. Receiving. It’s Happening Again.
Fried Chicken, Sun and a Sing-Along Brunch
A Gritty Asian Joint with a Thing for Hip-Hop