Is it warm in here or is it just the weekend?
We’re setting you up with two hours of wakeboarding for four people, any day in June, for Perks members only. Also, we’re bringing you a night of Paris-style cocktailing—with seafood towers and punch bowls—at Salon Millesime. Plus, we’ve got the exclusive on ties (from Gentry) and British shoes (from Grenson).
Weather like this calls for gelato. Exactly how much gelato, well, that’s TBD. See, Italian ice cream iconoclasts Amorino have opened a stateside parlor in Greenwich Village. To honor their arrival: a complimentary cone with up to 22 flavors sculpted to look like a chrysanthemum. But smell like Nutella.
You’re staunchly pro-cheeseburger-expansion. So when both Fatty ’Cue and Shake Shack plant their respective flags in the city’s Financial District, you’ll show a little support. Morally, spiritually, but primarily through the repeated purchase of medium-rare, grass-fed beef patties.
It’s usually around this time of year that your T-shirt population begins multiplying. Partially at fault: Ted Baker of London, who’ve once again put their graphic V-necks and piqué-trimmed short sleeves on the block. Also to blame: that one promiscuous undershirt.
Salsa and a bag of chips: your snack. Salsa and a tortilla factory in Bushwick packed with cold micheladas, slathered tortas and live dance music: your all-night Friday fete. Look for the proceedings to really turn from mild to medium sometime around midnight.
The most important meal of the day is always the one you eat inside a 6,000-square-foot beer garden. So really, you’d be doing yourself a disservice by skipping the Bavarian-tinged brunch now being served at Spritzenhaus. Although the presence of fried egg and cheese on a soft pretzel roll sort of assured your attendance.
