True weekend lasts forever.
You and a friend are getting a private tour and tasting at an artisanal distillery in Brooklyn—for $100. You’re also getting a bourbon-and-Americana dinner for two for $90, and either GA or VIP tickets to the James Beard Foundation’s summer blowout—at an elegant Hamptons vineyard. It’ll be legendary...
You can’t just sit in any old place while eating a two-person tomahawk ribeye. You need, oh... three floors of hidden nooks, rolling banquettes and at least one stone cocktail cellar. Luckily, all that’s at this behemoth of a FiDi spot. You’re quite civilized.
There’s kind of a jungle behind Jeepney. Don’t be alarmed. They want you to eat there. Which is why they put in a large communal table and are plying you with promises of Manila clams, Filipino short rib with bone marrow and a queso-ice-cream shake. Cheese, meet shake. Shake, cheese.
Pop quiz, hotshot: it’s 637 degrees out, you find a nice rooftop body of water, but you’re trunkless. What now? Well, the gents of Faherty are hooking you up with gratis same-day delivery of their handsome boardshorts and trunks. Swim how you like, but by all means, swim.
If there’s one thing Jack Donaghy is good for, it’s... picking out a quality collection of iconic rock photography. Apparently. Because Alec Baldwin is curating this one-weekend-only exhibit of Mick, Keef, Bowie and Lennon snaps from Rock Paper Photo. Because he is God...
As you may know, there’s a pool strewn with attractive humans atop the Gansevoort Park Avenue. As you may not know, that pool is now a place where water balloons, squirt-gun fights and tequila popsicles are everywhere on Wednesdays. The day that makes the most sense for that.
