The weekend is about to put on a dance clinic.
Tomorrow night you’ll find yourself ripping around the city on a Segway, listening to ghost stories... and wearing a dorky helmet. But you’ll also be touring through (apparently) haunted places like the Ellis Hotel (formerly the Winecoff, site of the worst hotel disaster in US history). That time you went on tour with the Stones doesn’t count.
At this very moment, Chef Gould from Canoe is pulling crab pots out of the Bering Sea with the crew of the Cornelia Marie. And you care because for the next couple of weeks, she will be shipping the freshest king crab imaginable back to Canoe for your immediate consumption. Beats a postcard.
Fact: every bar is having a Halloween party this Saturday. Opinion: you should do something different. Something like a masquerade party. Out in the country. Under the stars... and in the middle of some creepy ruins. And just like that, your Eyes Wide Shut fantasies are finally taking shape.
But if you prefer to do your All Hallows Eve debauching a bit closer to home this Saturday, you’ll find ample opportunity at Ormsby’s. You’ll also find a DJ, psychic readings and, naturally, a late-night Soul Train-style dance-off on the bocce courts. Some old Italian guy is rolling in his grave right now.
Come Sunday, you will be looking for brunch... but you also have a few requests. You want to show up in pajamas. You want bottomless mimosas. And you want a buffet stocked with roasted pork loin, french toast and sweet morning-after salvation. The Shed at Glenwood will see your requests, and raise you all of the above for $22.
