Hell hath no fury like a weekend scorned.
Your Perks: 1) It’s a three-hour bottomless brunch at the McKittrick Hotel. Obviously, it’s going to be an experience. 2) A ticket to see Martin Short and Matthew Broderick on Broadway, plus a private Q&A with the cast. 3) Tennis lessons at one of the city’s most respected institutions. Relax, the courts are both indoors and heated.
In one corner: The suit masters at Read Wall measuring you and making spectacular suits for
you for 30% less than usual.
In the other: You’ve got Patrik Ervell’s minimalist nattiness (lightweight bomber
season’s just about here) going for up to 90% off. You don’t have to pick a corner.
Pulp-horror-themed East Village watering hole Lovecraft is doing what will probably be your favorite steampunk masquerade ball of March. There’ll be mind reading, sword-swallowing and fire walking. Yeah, we’re sticking with this being your favorite steampunk masquerade ball of March.
At MoMA’s newest exhibition, opening Sunday:
—Robots.
—Insane music videos.
—Live performances with a gameleste, a pipe organ, a gravity harp and a Tesla coil.
—A dress that’s also a swan.
Guess who it’s about.
Dale Talde, of Talde, and Chris Jaeckle, of All’onda, are fans of the Notorious B.I.G. Yet they can’t rap. So they pay tribute to Biggie the only way they know how—by doing oxtail patties, tomato soup and cheesecake based on his lyrics. There’s also bound to be something juicy.
Date alert: we’re getting reports of a devastatingly charming French bistro and cocktail spot in the East Village. There’re eyewitness reports of roasted lamb shoulder and absinthe Aviations.
