Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here. This is the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Tickets to a one-night-only rock opera with Tony Award nominees, scantily clad dancers and a gratis drink. 2) A three-hour, DJ-driven soiree on a balcony overlooking Central Park with an open bar. Some of that must appeal to you. 3) A winery tour in SoHo that ends with a tasting. Of wine, naturally.
There’s really no bad time to own a Barena linen blazer or a Robert Geller hoodie. But if you disagree with that, feel free to completely disregard this news of a vast Gentry sale. You’re weird, too.
“Well, it was this dance party where they played ’90s hip-hop videos on a huge screen with the lyrics and everyone karaoke’d them. There was a dance-off. I won, before drinking actual gin and juice in celebration. I also gave a bravura performance of ‘Jump Around.’” —You, after this
Sometimes you need to investigate things out of sheer curiosity. Like when someone says something involves puppetry and murder ballads, it behooves you, as a student of humanity, to go and check that out. So here—a live-scored puppet murder mystery held in a makeshift revival tent.
A David Chang Indian steakhouse. For one night only. The reservations go up Tuesday. We won’t f**k around on this one. Just straight facts.
On the LES: Blue Ribbon bar food and tropical cocktails from the Happiest Hour guy are now
in the Sixty LES garden. Hell of a garden.
In Bushwick: Our Wicked Lady (pictured), that bar/artist-and-band space we told you about recently finally got its rooftop bar—the first in Bushwick.
They grow up so fast.
