Try some weekend. All the cool kids are doing it.
You need a suit. Here’s a great Perk on a custom one from A.M Bespoke (with two shirts thrown in, just because). Also, you’re invited to a huge top-shelf tequila and taco fest in NoHo. Finally, you’re going to Springsteen’s show at Fenway next week—with the best seats in the house, naturally...
Football is almost here. And after a quick sweep for all the best places for you to grab a truffle burger with balsamic reduction and a pint while watching Victor Cruz salsa on 70-inch screens, we came up with a list that consists of... well, pretty much just this place.
A well-placed fleur-de-lis can really work in certain situations. When you’re ruling France. When you’re Drew Brees. But mostly, when you’re looking for a perfectly funkified dress shirt. Duncan Quinn has such a shirt for a song right now, along with some immaculate suiting. You like immaculate things.
You may have a baker. He may even toss a 13th croissant in your bag occasionally. But he’s sorely lacking in the foie gras with brioche and chicken confit departments. Which reminds us: 1) this venerated French bakery/café is now on the UES, and 2) you’re eating an awful lot of croissants.
Apparently, someone wondered aloud “What would be the perfect date” while a guy from MoMA was standing right next to him. And the guy replied, “Having a picnic on a terrace above our sculpture garden while a live percussive quartet plays for you.” And then made it so. Just delightful.
Fruits: you just love ’em. Problem is, so few of them come off the tree already filled with tequila. So the pioneers at Pulqueria are chopping watermelons and pineapples in half and liquoring them up. Oh, yeah, and 2am snapper tacos are now possible, too. Seems like a natural pairing.
