The weekend is going to get what it can't have.
They start with meat, end with meat, and in between, keep the meat coming preparation after exotic preparation, hour after hour, in seven different ways. Don't think of it as gluttony. Think of it as your Vietnamese birthday party, every day of the year. We've been waiting for Momofuku to devise a seven-course ode to all things beef, and it's always nice to have birthday wishes come true.
Make your way to Tribeca and you'll find a store overflowing with shirts designed by someone who has dedicated his life to clothing the upper half of man. Be you in the market for a tab collar or shawl collar, preppy shirt or work shirt, you'll find them all today for 70% off. Same goes for Alan's assortment of pants, shorts and shoes. For no man should neglect to clothe his other half.
Beachside BBQs and East End pool parties are but a week away. Or, if you'd prefer, they are this Friday, when both Surf Lodge and Sunset Beach open for the season. Expect plenty of the aforementioned grilling and dipping, as well as flocks of scene-lovers in white linen looking to get a head start on that most intricate of mating rituals known as summer in the Hamptons.
Jackson Pollock threw paint on a canvas and called it art. Now some guy named Alexander Esguerra is throwing paint on naked human bodies and asking them to "engage each other sexually." On top of a blank canvas. You may have tried this at home—and now you can officially call it art.
Choptank may be less than six months old, but their backyard has already become a weekend West Village crab party. Saturday they're taking their game of blue crabs by the baker's dozen up a notch with a party of unlimited proportions. You and your closest friends have hours to frolic in the bounty of the Chesapeake—with all-you-can-eat crabs, greens and potatoes. Consider it fuel for the subsequent all-you-can-dance bounty of Manhattan.
