If you cut the weekend, does it not bleed?
Independence Day. A time to celebrate the glory of watching fireworks from a grandiose hotel penthouse. Which is why you’ll want to know about this party at the Mondrian SoHo... Also, we’re hooking you up with a VIP pool pass at Le Parker Meridien and 45% off at Le Caprice.
You’d circumnavigate the globe for a tray of authentic mahi-mahi tacos. So, up a flight of stairs: no problem. Enter Y Tacos, a roof-stationed lunch iteration of the classic taqueria food truck, complete with tortilla-tucked carne asada and cotija-cheese-coated corn on the cob. Commence siesta-ing immediately.
Bad news: that whole “no shirt, no shoes, no pants” policy isn’t going to be abolished anytime soon. So, unfortunately, you’re going to need some form of clothing this summer. We’re thinking the basics, like A.P.C.’s T-shirts, short-sleeve chambrays and jeans broken in by butlers. Okay, so basics for Bruce Wayne.
The last thing you want from a takeout joint is an element of mystery, but when a Thai hole-in-the-wall tries tucking a secret bar behind a pay phone protected by a six-digit password, you’ll bite. Knowledge of the code gets you a free first round for life. And the afterlife, assuming there’s a Rhong Tiam in heaven.
You’re coming to a bottomless brunch for one thing... repeated an infinite amount of times. But for once, it’d be nice if the food did more than sop up champagne. Meet G-50, the great egg-white hope that’s serving the kind of Warm Goat Cheese Soufflé that pairs perfectly with an endless procession of cocktails.
If there were ever a time for history to repeat itself, it would be brunch. Starting this Sunday, you’ll make the first meal of the day a Colonial-inspired feast at Monument Lane. Order the Breakfast Poutine with short rib gravy and a generously poured Old Fashioned with no taxation without representation.
