Should auld weekends be forgot, and never brought to mind.
Your New Year’s resolutions just got a hell of a lot easier, thanks to 40% off private or group classes with NYC’s most coveted personal trainer, and a five-week fitness regime at a lavish, Frank Gehry–designed gym. On another note: the perfect West Village brunch is going for $23. Reward yourself.
Occasionally, you’ve exclaimed, “I need boots, a cardigan, mustache wax, a pair of headphones, a cup of Stumptown coffee and, oh yeah, a haircut.” And usually people respond, “That’s... highly specific.” But not at Rudy’s soon-to-be-permanent Williamsburg pop-up. They’ll make it all happen. For money... but still.
Miniature donuts. We thought that’d get your attention. There’s a new Chelsea Market spot that makes them taste like sour cherries, ancho chili, wasabi and black sugar. Presumably by adding those things to the donuts. They’re also offering a pumpkin-beer caramel donut dip. So... looks like donuts are solved.
A little bird told us you like sports. And then another little bird came and told us you like frozen whiskey cocktails and prosciutto-wrapped grilled cheese. So we can only assume this new flat-screen-bedecked Union Square sports bar was built by sparrows. We could be wrong.
Kips Bay. You’ve—well, it’s been a while. And there damn sure weren’t too many white-marbled bistros serving up Languedoc reds and shrimp-and-saffron-aioli tartines from a former Le Bernardin chef when you were there last. But now there’s at least one of those.
This weekend, you could be eating breakfast nachos and drinking oatmeal stout at Randolph Beer while a bluegrass band serenades you. Correction: this weekend, you should be eating breakfast nachos and drinking oatmeal stout at Randolph Beer while a bluegrass band serenades you. Because you can do that now.
