Ladies and gentlemen, the weekend of the United States.
So, Ristorante Rafele. Charming date spot. In the West Village. Tasty food. Well, we’re getting you and a companion three courses—each paired with wine—plus dessert, for a hundred bucks. (Easiest date ever.) Also on Perks: VIP tickets to an epic cocktail party and an exclusive selection of vintage Rolexes. Perk responsibly.
It’s real now. The Nets are in Brooklyn. And are playing. And... look a lot like the Jersey version. But a Top Chef Masters competitor fresh into town from SF just opened this pizza-and-cocktail spot near Barclays and brought some Bourbon & Branch vets along. So that’s something.
You’ve probably been trying to figure out how you can help out with this Sandy mess. We’re going to go ahead and suggest dancing. Tribeca Grand’s got DJ parties for Sandy-related charities for the next three nights. Nothing heals like your haunting version of the worm.
Yesterday felt like the heavens opening up and screaming “You need a new coat” via 10 hours of falling frozen soup. So grab some natty options from 8.15 August Fifteenth and Oliver Spencer for a song starting today. You’ve never not taken the advice of soup.
Leave it to some Australians to really nail Thanksgiving. Your favorite Midtown pie establishment (Pie Face) has created a turkey, gravy and stuffing pie, and tossed in sides of sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. Because if you want those in there, you’re going to have to do it yourself.
They call Wednesday “hump day”... pretty loathsome. Anyway, no one’s going to call it that while they’re putting away tequila and being entranced by an international lineup of DJs at this new LES Wednesday party series. It’s got “fetish” in the name, so probably worth peeking your head in.
