The weekend can see all obstacles in its way.
Tonight. Five o’clock. You’ll want a drink. Something soothing—like you’re rolling around on a bearskin rug by a fireplace. Bartenders here will accommodate that exact wording. Plus, you’ll now have half off on small plates and a two-hour reign over vending machines of wine. Got to reign over something.
Today is, in fact, a day of the week. Which means you could probably use a handsome new suit. To help: this vintage-camera-and-lookbook-decked Tribeca haberdashery, where you’ll pick up tailored versions of J.Crew’s two-button staple suit, along with some natty pocket squares from Drake’s. Leave no pocket behind.
Some wars are fought over high ideals and sacred beliefs. Some: over more important things—like meatballs. This battle royal pits Roberta’s, the Meatball Shop and a handful of others against each other to determine the city’s best. Naturally, you’ll have your say. And a Brooklyn Lager.
You’ve been on a steady diet of chocolate-ancho chicken tortas since Tortaria opened a month back. It might be time to diversify... with brunch. Now, they’ve added tomatillo and apple Bloody Marys, chorizo-and-egg dishes and bacon taquitos. Bacon and taquitos were due for a partnership.
There’s a lot you could do with 8,000 square feet of Midtown. A pretty good option: three floors of pre-revolutionary Russian opulence. Think osetra caviar, smoked sturgeon and more vodka than would normally be allowed in one place. Put your reservation under “Czar.”
Okay, so you, Colbert, Jon Stewart and Coldplay walk into a room... known as Radio City Music Hall—because we’re getting you impossible seats at Sunday’s show. Also: unlimited margaritas and tacos at East Village cantina La Palapa and a three-martini lunch with legendary ad man George Lois.
