The weekend plays a breathtaking keytar rendition of “Auld Lang Syne.”
A former Jean-Georges chef wants to give you a classic French dinner and a bottle of wine for $70 on your next date. (Let him.) Also, here’s your last-minute New Year’s plan: infinite cocktails and Michelin-starred feasting in Prandial’s majestic dining room. And for your loved ones: 30% off badass notecards from Terrapin Stationers.
The best way to ensure good fortune in the coming year is to eat oxtail consommé with foie gras and braised short ribs from Andrew Carmellini. Pretty sure that’s a saying. Anyway, that’s your plan before the open-bar cocktail and piano celebration at the Library. Which... is also happening.
Your resolutions are perilously close to being fulfilled. Better nab some foie gras, truffles, oysters and osetra all at once before it’s too late. And just for good measure, better let a DJ lull you into doing some ill-mannered things with comely strangers. It’ll happen here. Phew, that was close.
Azealia Banks had a big year. Naturally, then, she wants to sing for you on a rooftop overlooking the Hudson as the sands of time trickle away on 2012—with you in black tie. Whoa, that sounds dramatic. But it’s happening atop the Standard. Good things happen atop other things.
Here’s the deal. You’re only going to wear black and white here. And you’ll wear a mask. That’s how masquerades work. And that’s what this is. There’ll be secret performances, devastatingly attractive people, an open bar and a year’s worth of coy/sexy mask lowerings... Good thing you love those.
It’s 2013. Things are going to be different this year. You’re going to... start drinking right away. You’re going to indulge, guilt-free, in endless prosecco on the LES and a menu of... well, TBD—but you’ve had their meatballs. That “feel no guilt” resolution is looking pretty genius right now.
