The sundresses. My God, they’re everywhere. It’s spectacular. And it means it’s time for you to come down with a dubious case of strep throat and take a day to bask in the glory that is warmth and sun. You should also probably eat and imbibe. Maybe at these places...
The Scene: A third-floor German beer garden atop an otherwise Irish pub in Gramercy.
The Provisions: There’s scotch flights, refreshing wheat beer and pineapple-bacon
burgers. Yes, the sun brings wheat-beer privileges.
Hashtags: #rooftops #postworkwindingdown #soccerfans
The Scene: A cross between a backyard, a Mondrian painting and a Christmas-lit tiki lounge
on the LES. A little obvious, but...
The Provisions: Pork leg, chicharrón and bottomless self-serve beer out of a cooler
tap.
Hashtags: #cracklingmeats #allyourrowdyfriends #testingthelimitsofbottomless
The Scene: A capacious network of lattice and foliage in a discreet Nolita alley.
The Provisions: Farm-to-table impressiveness in the form of hanger steak and lobster
garganelli. Order a bottle of chianti and turn off all electronic communication devices.
Hashtags: #seclusion #starlight #sprouts
The Scene: Stacked rock formations and a leaf-strewn creek on a wood-decked back patio in
Greenwich Village.
The Provisions: Sliders. Lobster ones. Chicken-and-waffle ones. Bulgogi ones. And
maple-bacon shakes. Play your cards right, and that shake will have alcohol.
Hashtags: #bubbling #gurgling #ferngullyreferences
The Scene: A huge, walled-off stone garden with its own bar in Chelsea.
The Provisions: A massive array of pastrami, pork and meatball sandwiches, and glasses of
New York–vinted cask wine. Mmm... sandwich arrays.
Hashtags: #FITgirls #fitgirls #pastrami
