The weekend’s got Cupid on retainer.
You’ve got two options for seduction this weekend: a sexy Brazilian date with copious caipirinhas (for 48 bucks) at Brasilina, or a stellar three-course dinner at Ken & Cook in Nolita. Then, sometime next week, just kick back at the Windsor Park Avenue for a burger and some beers... for 30 bucks.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, this... is the one you’ll be at tonight. DJ Alex Moreno will be spinning. You’ll be getting free pink gin cocktail shots with every cocktail you consume. Nothing can possibly go wrong.
Three enterprising women started a sexy, red-tinged bit of old-school New York meat eating and cocktailery on the Bowery. They’ve got a drink menu from an Acme vet and a food menu from a Frankies 570 vet. And they want you there. Really. They told us that.
Jean-Michel Basquiat. Damn, that guy could paint a painting. And 50 of said paintings are hanging on a wall in Chelsea right now, just waiting to be admired by you and someone you totally charmed when you said, “Hey, how about you and I go check out the Basquiat exhibit.”
Oh, hey, it’s still pretty cold out. Cool. Not really. Anyway, it’s an excuse to pick up some handsome and unpronounceable winter jackets and hiking-grade shirtage from the Swedish Swedes of Fjällräven. Enjöî.
You’ve heard of the Burger King. Creepy guy. But there’s a much more prestigious claim to meat royalty being settled on Wednesday—New York’s brisket king. Eighteen brisket competitors (yes, BrisketTown and Mighty Quinn’s will be there). One trophy. You trying them all. Long live the king.
