Hope you’re hungry for Perks: we’ve got a six-course, wine-paired dinner at the James Beard House; two hours of bottomless drinks at the Churchill for 30 bucks; and a perfect French-minded date of hors d’oeuvres and cocktails at Cantine Parisienne. We assume you saved room for cocktails.
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say it’s the weekend.
Just Some Ancient Ice Blocks
Iceberg right ahead. That’s a thing you’re totally going to be able to say at this PS1 exhibit. Which is basically a big room full of 800-year-old glaciers for you to get cool by and marvel at. Get it, because it’s summer.
Beds, Chains and Lobster
Normally, if we told you about a place with massive sculptures of bunk beds chained together and suspended from the ceiling by a California artist, you’d say, “Weird.” But when we say you’re eating roasted lamb leg and lobster pasta there, you say, “Show me.” So that’s what we’re doing.
The First-Ever Ovadia Sample Sale
There’s a time and a place for stunning unstructured blazers and M65 jackets the likes of which haven’t been this handsome since the ’60s. That time/place: the Ovadia & Sons sample sale in SoHo. And as it happens, the first-ever of those is happening today and Sunday. It’s fate.
This Is Questlove’s Chicken Shack
It’s official. There’s not a thing on this planet that Questlove doesn’t have his hand in. Because now he’s got a takeout chicken shack at Chelsea Market. You’ve got buckets of his fowl, a cupcake called Miso Ho-ney and a watermelon-jalapeño slushy. He should try music sometime.
It’s Pizza Brunch. It’s Prunch.
In Little Italy, there’s a pizza speakeasy. That’s old news by now. But what’s new: they’ve got a hangover pizza. It’s got soppressata, buffalo mozzarella, red onions, egg and mushrooms on it. And if you combine it with their Bloody Mary, poof. No more hangover.
Just a Real Comfortable Place to Drink
Blue Moon Roofing, David Byrne and Comedy
Flaky Biscuits and Cocktails in Astoria
Dimly Lit Cocktailery in the Bowery
A Glorious Place for Glorious Clothes
Cocktailing and Cubano-ing in Harlem