Imagine that: weekend, as far as the eye can see.
1904. 1913. 1925. Those look like random numbers, sure, but they’re actually the years that some of these vintage watches were made. Watches that work just as well as they did back then. But unlike then, they’re attached to leather straps and we have penicillin.
For an end-of-summer party, the folks at Black Tap will be slinging bourbon-caramel milkshakes with brownie-batter-and-cookie-dough rims and donut garnishes in the garden at David Burke Kitchen. There will also be lobster rolls and baked oysters. But we’ve got to assume we had you at donut garnishes.
For just a couple more days, the folks over at Red Wing Heritage will be set up in SoHo with a bunch of classic American-made boots, oxfords and chukkas, in addition to some of their new fall line. Which includes additional American-made boots, oxfords and chukkas.
It’s that West Village spot with the Blue Water Grill–vet chef, and damn is its brunch menu good: coffee-bourbon cocktails, spicy tuna avocado toast, seafood Bloody Mary ceviche, chocolate babka french toast. Love a good babka.
This Sunday, and for many Sundays to come, Italian-American chef Paul DiBari will be serving up all things drenched in marinara sauce. Think: eggplant meatballs, pork braciole, mozzarella in carrozzo and some half-price bottles of wine to wash it all down. Just like Nonna would have wanted.
It’s the weekend before Halloween. You’re in Lot 45, listening to ’80s music, eating waffles, playing a game of Dungeons & Dragons. You’re surrounded by people dressed like a frantic Winona Ryder. You’re pleased at your foresight to have acquired tickets so far in advance.
