Duke Ellington. Now there’s a guy who appreciated a good bourbon-elderflower cocktail. Or so goes the
thinking behind this subtly Duke-themed spot. Which also has serious alfresco seating and some of the only
Cumberland sausage (the Rolls-Royce of British sausage) in New York. Sausage needs room to breathe.
As the saying goes, if you’re going to have family-style Peking duck, there should be a stand-up bass and
a skilled trumpet player nearby. And that saying’s now being closely adhered to at the General’s
three-nights-a-week jazz concerts. And okay, it’s not a saying.
411:
Thu-Sat, 7-11pm, The General, 199
Bowery (between Spring and Rivington), 212-271-7101
GO WEST
A Shirt and a Shave in Gramercy
You just picked up a handsome new seasonally appropriate knit tie, and you’re looking for a custom shirt
to loop it around. That’s covered here. But you know what else you need: a massage, a haircut and a
professional shave. That’s... also covered here. This is what pop-ups are for.
The Sons of Essex guy has some goodwill going for him, what with his having started Sons of Essex and all.
So he’s spending it all on this curiously named pop-up living room of a nightclub in a third-floor
Meatpacking space. Just dance, forget about pronouncing it, and you’ll be fine.
411:
Fri-Sat, #HOOKxNail, 61 Gansevoort St (between 9th and Washington)
STANDING PAT
The Only Acceptable St. Paddy’s Party
St. Patrick’s Day: the word “hellscape” comes to mind. Which is why you should get down to FiDi at
this Irish grocer (read: massive cocktail bar) for something a little more authentic. We’re talking beef
stew, live Irish tunes and, yes, whiskey cocktails. Old habits and such.
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