The weekend is storming your Bastille.
Your Bastille Day Perk: VIP access to a July 13 flurry of cancan dancing, champagne and hors d’oeuvres—all in a forbidden cocktail garden. Your other Perks: vintage Rolexes and Omegas in mint condition, and a pro-grade ice ball maker used by the best cocktail dens. Your summer cocktails deserve this...
What you’ll find at the new lounge from the gentleman behind Duane Park and Dove Parlour: late-night drinks. Red velvet chairs. Scofflaws (the cocktail). Crawfish rolls made with crawfish flown in fresh from Louisiana. And presumably, in the very near future: you.
Here’s what you’re going to do—you’re going to call up seven friends and tell them, “Hey, we’re all feasting on short ribs that spent two days slow-cooking in red wine at Má Pêche soon.” Then you’re going to do that. Any refusals will result in immediate ostracizing and ridicule.
Ah, the great Midwest. Home to classic American beers, brats and... well, we’re sure there’s more. But regarding the first two: there’s this Midwestern bar in Greenpoint that just opened up from the bassist from Spoon and the drummer from the Hold Steady. So yes, the music’s pretty good.
If the French revolutionaries were alive today, they’d want Bastille Day celebrated with a massive dance party of French underground DJs and beer gardens on Governors Island, just like this one. And since they’re all dead, there’s no way you can prove otherwise.
Weekends: it’s like they happen every week. So when you skip town for one, you could use a jealousy-inducing waxed-canvas bag for the trip. And that’s where Ernest Alexander comes in, with duffels and some shirts and ties to stuff them with for next to nothing. A reasonable cost.
