The weekend just needs a martini and a rooftop.
This week's perk puts you on a private jet to Aspen, with a hotel room, a new wardrobe and four days of feasting waiting for you at the other end. All you need is a little luck—and a ski vest wouldn't hurt.
After a season of hibernation, the boozy balcony reopens today on the seventh floor of the Thompson LES, with all the downtown views and sun-baked scenesters you remember from last summer. If anyone asks, you're only in town for the night...
Venture down to Stone Street this weekend and you'll find the summertime conglomerate of four alfresco pubs newly opened for the season, with the same oysters, draft beer and Friday happy hours that have sustained the banking industry for centuries. Just don't tell Tim Geithner.
In the extremely unlikely event you were getting tired of the burgers-and-fries routine, Danny Meyer's assuaging his cult following with a few new custard flavors, including gianduja, fluffernutter and a brunch custard flavored to taste like pancakes and bacon. Somehow, we don't see this making the line any shorter.
After a few months indoors, the Brooklyn weekend throwdown is returning to its usual schoolyard digs, with Porchetta, Red Hook Lobster Pound and some of the best pupusas in New York in tow. (It's the thinking man's empanada.)
The low-key East Village wine bar is multiplying, opening up similar digs in Tribeca with one very important innovation: wine on tap poured straight from the keg. And if you do enough exploring—possibly the subterranean kind—you might even come across a hidden room where owners, friends-of-owners and some off-the-menu, keg-free wine bottles might be found. If they ask for a password, just say, "Bieber sent me."
The stripped-down label is throwing retail to the wind with men's shirts at $49 and spring coats at $149. Think of it as the polar opposite of spring cleaning.
