The weekend <em>always</em> delivers on Saturdays.
Three ways to win the weekend: 1) Unlimited Irish cocktails this Sunday at the Dead Rabbit—a stylish new saloon from a Milk & Honey alum. 2) Settling down at the Windsor with your old pals, brunch and beer. 3) Flying in a private plane—for up to 53% off.
Thirty inches of snow might happen. That’s lobster pot pie weather right there. And hey, here’s one of those. It’s a classic from the Pearl menu. They haven’t made it for years, but they’re doing it now through next week. So... check that one off your rare-pot-pies list.
Don’t try to tell us you couldn’t use a new Italian wool suit. And don’t give us any of that stuff about not wanting a cashmere overcoat. Because here those things are, stunning, and for a hell of a lot less than normal. So just save your objections.
Big news on the brunch front: Barraca’s doing it now. They’ve got Spanish deviled-egg flights, Spanish chocolate flatbreads and Spanish meatballs from a grandmother’s old recipe. Believe it or not, it’s a Spanish place. Which means you’re free to take a three-hour nap between plates.
Somewhere in all those timeless pearls of wisdom, Confucius said something about how there should be a pop-up dance party/art installation at a Chinatown dim sum place to celebrate the Chinese New Year. And so the party gods of Dark Disco are throwing one. It’s just basic tradition-respecting.
You’re pretty familiar with the rooftop pool at the Gansevoort Park Avenue. You’re familiar with its 90-degree, indoor/outdoor perfection. And the other types of perfection that tend to congregate around it. And now, it’s open for dips on Tuesday nights. Henceforth known as rooftop pool night.
