The weekend is captaining its own gravy boat.
This week we’re doubling your bucks at downtown men’s shop C’H’C’M’ and LA’s Alpha. Plus we’re hooking you up with 30% off spectacular handmade Italian boots straight from Peter Nappi’s Tuscan workshop, a four-handed massage at the Four Seasons and a cut and shave at Hommage. Consider it the calm before the storm.
Patience—never your strong suit. So you’ll jump the gun on Turkey Day and stop by Fatty ’Cue tonight for a one-time-only midnight pre-feast. There’ll be buttermilk-fried rabbit, dry-aged côte de boeuf and bacon by the half pound. Just remember to leave room for Thanksgiving.
The Standard’s ice-skating rink has returned. So you know what that means: rink-side mulled wine, steamed eggnogs and the revival of your avant-garde Ice Capade. Also, you can once again start using the word “Zamboni” in everyday conversation.
In the event your living room becomes overrun by aunts and uncles tomorrow, Bobo is offering up their den as a viable alternative. Not only will they have the games on, but they’ll also be carving up turkey sandwiches with homemade cranberry sauce. It’s not cheating on your family dinner if you don’t get caught.
Welcome to the beginning of your holiday shopping this year—Warby Parker’s Christmas-tree-filled garage on Grand Street. Inside, they’ll be peddling prescription frames and regular sunglasses, practicing a little haberdashery and selling yurts. Which, amazingly, 14 different people on your list requested this year.
Ration all you want—a thimbleful of stuffing every 30 minutes—but eventually your leftovers will be gone. And when they are, you’ll turn to this: a Sicilian slice from Certé that’s topped with turkey meatballs, mashed potatoes, giblet gravy, dried cranberries and melted mozzarella. Just like Mom never used to make.
