A weekend we can believe in...
The Swiss pork festival comes to Chelsea, promising to go whole hog. That means using every part of the pig for a special menu of house-made blood sausage, artisanal bacon and more pork belly than you've ever seen...outside of commodity trading, at least.
The Roasting Plant's new location is busting out of the usual coffee and pastries mold with a one-dollar dollop of uncooked cookie dough, giving the menu a much-needed taste of sweetness. Sadly, the gummy bear tasting menu is still just a dream.
The LES tailors bring in a few classy friends like Wolf-Rayet and Troglodyte Homunculus for some serious recession-fueled markdowns, including jackets for $150, sweaters for $60 and shoes as low as $120. French accent not required.
The Nolita hipster Thai food dive that perished in a fire a few months back is taking the first baby steps to recovery. Starting Saturday, you can get your Ginger Fried Chicken delivered, or pick it up at 7 Spring St (temporarily). The menu is almost the same, minus the summer rolls. Which, considering winter's presence, sort of makes sense.
For a different sort of porkfest, this exhibition sets five chefs from the likes of Del Posto and Fatty Crab loose on their own 70-pound heritage pig, with judges declaring a "Prince of Porc." Wine and pork will flow, in no specific order.
Lower Manhattan's twin Aussie dives are celebrating their national holiday the only way they know: with all-you-can-drink specials. Fifteen bucks gets you an "endless brunch"—meaning an entree and an open bar—along with a few Foster's-soaked singalongs free of charge.
