Champagne. Macarons. Gold. This is happening—in the form of a delectable treat that we’re bringing to you by the dozen. Plus, we’re handing you the keys to a Ferrari (and four other supercars) for one glorious day, and airmailing you a bevy of holiday-worthy meats for 25% off.
Things to do for December 15, 2011
Bazaars, Bathhouses and Bloody Mary Salads
Objects in the weekend are closer than they appear.
An After-Dark Brooklyn Bazaar
The nighttime is the right time. Especially if you’re in Williamsburg this evening between the after-hours of 5pm and 1am. That’s when the Brooklyn Night Bazaar will be transforming a gargantuan warehouse into a neon-lit marketplace full of food vendors, live music and various miscellanea like hand-painted baseball cards. You can never have enough miscellanea.
Bespoken’s getting into the custom shirt game. And to celebrate, they’ve popped up a shirt bar inside menswear mainstay Odin. Belly up to the counter, place an order, and a 16-person team of tailors will build you a button-down. For proof, they’ll each autograph the shirt’s hang tag. Or upon request, a body part.
The Brunch Bloody Mary. Now a Salad.
Since the dawn of time (or the invention of midday cocktailing), it was assumed that if you wanted a Bloody Mary, you had to drink it. Then Sons of Essex launched their weekend brunch. And suddenly you could eat it with a fork. At this rate, straws will be extinct by 2014.
A Russian Bathhouse Dance Party
There’re very few reasons one would break into a Russian bathhouse after closing. A half-naked dance party: certainly one of them. So this Saturday, you’ll throw on your favorite dancing robe and prepare for a late night of steaming, jacuzzi-ing and rhythmic Marco Polo. You’ll want to stretch.
Like a Bar from the ’70s. The 1870s.
Some things need to be broken in before they can be truly appreciated. La-Z-Boys. Baseball mitts. Neighborhood bars. Then there’s the Wayland. A just-opened watering hole that feels like it’s been around since the Grant administration. Homemade bitters. Live piano music. Paint-chipped walls. That new old-bar smell...