Don’t take weekend from strangers.
Your Perks: 1) Tailored button-ups crafted from extremely soft Egyptian cotton. For your dressing pleasure. 2) Drones outfitted with HD live streaming video. You could have some fun with that. 3) Comfortable texting gloves that allow you to use your whole hand. Not just fingertips.
Let’s have a moment of silence for the Cypress Room.
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That was nice. Now, let’s shake it off and welcome Cypress Tavern, a casual Schwartz-ian brasserie with a
wood grill and rotisserie churning out short ribs and lamb shoulder in a refreshed, deer-head-free
environment. Rest easy, deer heads. Rest easy.
It’s not that you’re particular about your s’mores consumption. It’s just that you won’t partake in them unless they’re accompanied by music from the Spam Allstars, Ms. Cheezious sandwiches, Airstream Apothecary drinks and some sweet, sweet moonlight. Okay, maybe just a wee bit particular.
The new burger spot at the St. Regis is everything you want in a solid neighborhood sports bar—flat-screens behind the marble bar, deep leather booths, whiskey-spiked milkshakes and burgers topped with black truffles and grilled foie gras. Yep, that’s pretty much everything.
The good: Your dinner-and-a-show date nights are back, because Ted’s at YoungArts is
reopening its doors with dinner-y things from Stephen Starr and performances from Seraphic Fire’s Amanda
Crider.
The bad: It’ll only be open one weekend a month.
The ugly: World Series broadcast trucks, but that’s neither here nor there.
In South Beach: The glorious sh*tshow that is Nightmare on the Beach is back with dueling
photo booths, NO2 ice cream and a Drinkhouse Fire & Ice pop-up.
In Brickell: El Tucán will have much dancing and performances by people like fake Amy
Winehouse and fake Michael Jackson. “Fake” probably wasn’t necessary.
