The weekend: the pause that refreshes.
On July 20, a who’s who of chefs will descend on the Hamptons for the James Beard Foundation’s summer blowout. Naturally, Perks has your invite. Your other Perks: VIP seats at a Russian supper club from the team behind the Box, and the right to skip the line at Shakespeare in the Park.
There’s a time and a place for a perfect Provençal garden in Chelsea. And after a little research, we’ve decided that time is now. And that place: the Montmartre garden, where you’re hitting monkfish, Hong Kong–style french toast and escargot toast with a vengeance. Because monkfish requires vengeance.
If you asked for world-class cocktails from the Mulberry Project folks, and then you said something like “Also, I want a French party brunch where people dance on tables,” you’d have this. It just took over Vinatta Project, and party brunches start on June 28. Good luck.
Julian Schnabel. Artist. Director. Pajama enthusiast. And now: your host. He’s converted part of his pinker-than-pink house (dubbed Palazzo Chupi) into a gallery where he’ll be displaying his friends’ work. Be sure you consult the gallery-warming gift guide before showing up.
We’re going to assume you know 11 hungry people. Because as of now, April Bloomfield does family-style feasts for 12 at the Breslin. This month, she’s frying chicken in duck fat, and next month it’ll be a massive lobster boil. To be clear: the boil’s massive, not the lobsters.
It’s rude to turn down invitations to sexy Latin parties. Which is why, out of decorum, you should clear your Wednesday evening schedule for this all-night Valhalla of Mexican fernet shots, jalapeño margaritas, late-night tacos al pastor and a “you can dance if you want to” policy. Great policy.
