The weekend’s the real article. What you see is what you get.
An Indian Cocktail Bar. Yep.
Maybe you don’t know how a colonial-British-Indian cocktail place works. Because... one didn’t exist before this UES boîte. So let us educate you: there are punch bowls full of a weekly changing booze concoction, a working gramophone and large helpings of goan pork vindaloo. Consider yourself informed.
If you want pants—handsome ones—you look to the pantsmasters at Left Field. If you want a rakish, don’t-give-a-damn thermal henley, you look to the henleymasters at Choctaw Ridge. And if you want both, you grab an appointment at their new joint shop in Queens. Gotta want it, though.
Smorgasburg, Now Indoors
So they’ve set up an all-weather version of Smorgasburg inside a ginormous new space. It’s got a meat pop-up from Pat LaFrieda, lobster BLTs from Red Hook Lobster Pound and... lots of vintage sunglasses and original leather stuff. And it’s what you might call a two-birds, one-stone situation.
The Nutcracker, with Less Clothing
The Nutcracker. Seeing it is one of the great holiday traditions. You know it well—the moving dance pieces. The haunting music. The... tassels. Or maybe that’s just this burlesque version. Yeah, it’s probably just this version that’s got that last one.
Dominique Ansel’s Holiday Big Guns
Your Uncle Dominique Ansel has some holiday gifts for you this week: 1. Bricks of chocolate-peppermint brittle with a ball-peen hammer molded into them, for smashing. 2. Christmas trees made of s’mores. 3 Milk cartons full of caramelized chocolate cereal with smoked-cinnamon breakfast mallows. Balanced breakfast, indeed.
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