Everybody must get weekend.
Bring your next date to the Stand—where you’ll eat dinner, drink cocktails and watch hilarious stand-up for 90 bucks. Also, here’s an exclusive custom shirt, tie and pocket square from Lord Willy’s, plus two VIP tickets to Killers: A Nightmare Haunted House. (It’s less funny than the Stand.)
Next time you’re on the Lower East Side and you want lamb meatballs, followed by truffle gnocchi, then eggplant caviar and a nice Israeli red, we’ve got a place for you. It’s, um, well, it’s this place. They’ve got that. Good night, lamb meatball craving.
Lick your finger. Stick it in the air. Yep, sweater weather. Gant’s got a large amount of those for you for not a lot. They also happen to have some jackets, a few natty oxfords and some distinguished trousers for you. But, you know, mostly it’s about sweater season.
No one has ever accused you of not liking bone-in rib eye. And no one’s going to do that today. We’re just going to tell you that you can get a damn good one, and wash it down with a filet mignon if you want, at venerable Strip House’s new Midtown digs. Just try it.
Look—let’s not be coy. You’re going to brunch this weekend. We all know that. In fact, we’ve got one for you. It’s in the East Village. It’s New Orleans–inspired—got andouille and eggs, jambalaya balls, lemongrass mimosas. And it’s only available through Perks. This has been “brunch.” Thanks.
Riff Raff’s. Great place for post–Hurricane Club bottle service and dangerous dance moves. In that order. Its problem has always been that it needed to be twice as big. Yep, needed to be doubled. And now it is. Now you’ve got the room you need for all your moves.
