It’s all fun and games until somebody loses a weekend.
Valentine’s—it’s coming whether you’re ready or not. Your last-minute plan: an impossibly romantic private ice-skating date at NYC’s most popular rink. (You’re welcome.) Plus, we’ve got your ticket to an epic five-course tasting event at Primehouse, and three months of spin classes in a swank UES town house.
The secret to great pizza: good water. Also: strong pedigree. So you’ll now fix your red, white and fried pizza cravings at Don Antonio, a Hell’s Kitchen pie palace from the guy behind Keste who also happens to be a third-generation Naples pizza whisperer. He’s served slices to popes. Benedict XVI, sucker for the smoked buffalo mozzarella.
Reasons you typically frequent the Ace: 1) lamb burgers; 2) free wi-fi. Except this weekend. That’s when legendary Brooklyn tailor Martin Greenfield opens a pop-up in the hotel’s lobby. There’ll be complimentary beer, lots of tweed and two years’ worth of gratis alterations on anything you buy. Your inseam can be unpredictable.
In the event that your Friday night in the Bowery doesn’t end until Saturday... afternoon... you’ll want to be aware of the fact that Mathieu Palombino’s quilted-aluminum-clad diner is serving brunch. On the menu: cream-filled french toast and confit duck hash. Sometimes corned beef just won’t cut it.
If you’re curious where models eat during Fashion Week (besides Quiznos), the answer is atop the Museum of Arts and Design. A host of celebrity chefs (Batali, Allegretti, Medina) has opened Goodness, a philanthropic temporary restaurant up there. Expect very attractive clientele. And very few people to order the flan.
André Saraiva (the lord of Le Baron) has something for you. No, it’s not an E-ZPass for the club’s door. It’s an invite to his first solo New York art show. The concept: love letters. The pieces: cityscape photos combined with street art drawings. So yes, it’s a bit different than Penthouse’s version.
