The weekend is magically delicious.
Your Perks: VIP tickets to Open Market, a one-night-only event in the MPD with food, drinks and sample sales from DVF, Theory and more; bottomless brunch at the Ainsworth for $29; and finally, a year’s membership to the Museum of the City of New York—beginning with an evening of beer, scotch and mingling...
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.
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.
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.
