Who's your daddy? The weekend is.
This week's perks bring you a Wimbledon bash at Rockefeller Center, a gratis cocktail at Rouge Tomate and some of LA's finest summer gear, including a portable grill small enough to smuggle into the nearest rooftop bar. (Try it at your own risk.)
The velvety haute West Village menswear den is turning its lower level over to low-key up-and-comers like Tim Hamilton, Patrik Ervell and Gilded Age, and heaping on the discounts. Because when the going gets tough, the tough buy creek boots.
The suiting magnate is holding an off-site sample sale, with tempting deep markdowns on jeans, leather jackets and power suits, perfect for your next biker gang/board meeting.
This scene-y Soho Swiss hangout is packing up its best beef consommé, fruit pies and Croque Monsieur sandwiches, and delivering them to whichever downtown apartment you happen to find yourself in tonight. But if you've got company, we'd suggest something a little more romantic than bratwurst…
This highbrow coffee-table book blowout is offering 50 to 75 percent off the usual stock of glossy, pretty things, along with a line of collectors' items that include the perfect Father's Day gift: a first edition of The Godfather. If it's sold out, you can always nab that Georgia O'Keeffe monograph Pops had his eye on…
Roasting season is back, starting with this Cobble Hill goat roast featuring a bike-powered spit, a radical beekeeper and a special presentation from a "mayoral candidate" called Reverend Billy. In fact, the bicycle-power goat-meat bonanza may be the least crazy thing here.
West Soho descends into depraved anarchy with the final edition of Don Hill's infamous underwear-oriented dance party. In short, it's history in the making. Expect half-a-dozen DJs, a cohort of frighteningly skimpy outfits and a scene unfettered by the laws of God or man.
