Happy Thanksweekend.
Your Perks: 1) An evening of cocktailing on a hotel’s rooftop that’s been transformed into a ski chalet. Really. 2) Tennis lessons on some of the most exclusive courts in the city. 3) Tickets to a show that’s been called “an erotically tinged bacchanal.” So, maybe definitely go.
Once upon a time, Duke Ellington and Count Basie regularly played the St. Regis. The point: the St. Regis knows jazz. And they’re launching a new series of it, starting with a night where Nat King Cole’s brother plays Nat King Cole’s songs, right before Christmas. Nice timing.
You: “Do you have plans to immerse yourself in house music for five hours before spending
the rest of the weekend eating turkey surrounded by distant relatives?”
Some Other Person: “No.”
Y: “Well, do you want to?”
SOP: “Sure.”
That conversation was brought to you by this party.
At the NoMad: Foie gras torchon, turkey, obviously (or venison, if turkey’s getting old),
sweet potato tarts.
At EMP: Smoked foie gras and, if not turkey, butter-poached lobster or slow-cooked beef.
And butternut squash sorbet.
At Maison Premiere: Scallops, chestnut ravioli, pumpkin-pecan tart.
... Yeah, they’re all better than your mom’s.
For any upcoming holiday travel, it’s essential that you have a duffel with a separate shoe compartment and a field jacket. And both of them need to be waxed. Here are those, in post-Thanksgiving sale form. Good form.
Classic movies are great. That’s why they call them classic movies. It’s also cool when artists use them to create light boxes of Psycho and Death from Above playing cards. If you don’t believe us, here’s this exhibit to prove it. How convenient.
