The weekend has a date with a 40-foot BLT.
For the Super Bowl, Perks is hooking you up with Murray’s Cheese’s epic, first-ever ventures into potato skins and party subs. (Plus: we’ve got VIP tickets to SNAP’s open bar party.) And for Valentine’s Day, we’re getting you an afternoon quickie in Le Parker Meridien. Enjoy responsibly.
You’ve developed a very specific emergency procedure for handling Valentine’s Day: flowers/dinner reservations/body double. But this year, you’ll add in a key fourth ingredient: a delivery of homemade ice cream from MilkMade. Available in pints like Red Velvet Cake and Salted Caramel. Great for dessert or as a substitute for affection.
You rank “protection from the cold” as a high priority. In fact, it’s just slightly below “having people confuse you with Brando.” So, despite the arctic conditions, you’ll grab a lightweight cowhide motorcycle jacket from Schott’s pop-up. Because someday it’ll be warmer. And someday you’ll own a Triumph Thunderbird 650.
You don’t normally crave Spaghetti with Peekytoe Crab between the hours of midnight and 2am. Wait, no, yes you do. Enter Dell’anima, ready with both an after-hours bowl of pasta and a glass of wine. Suddenly, breakfast has become the least important meal of your day.
So about your plans for Sunday: break them. Just so happens there’s a giant, weather-controlled indoor park that’s showing the game. And UrbanDaddy is handling all party-planning duties. So expect kegs, wings and significantly better halftime entertainment. Which may or may not be a Puppy Lingerie Bowl.
You have several pieces of constructive criticism for Wednesday. One: liven up a little. Two: act more like Friday. Well, the Trump SoHo is morphing their typically cozy cocktail bar into a jumping jazz lounge for hump day. As they say, one small step for man...
