The weekend never takes a knee.
You’re familiar with the 5th Street Gym’s new digs, but now you can get to know the history behind the legendary training cave—from the man who patched up its gladiators. Ferdie “The Fight Doctor” Pacheco, Ali’s former cornerman, reads from his Tales from the 5th Street Gym tonight. Nobody writes prose like ex-boxing doctors.
Grilling on game day: fun, slightly inconvenient. Getting your meat grilled by two Trump hotel chefs and delivered to your door: significantly better. Order today, and Sunday your NFL consumption will receive a massive, feeds-six-people shipment of root beer-marinated wings, Korean BBQ pork buns and bourbon brownies.
You’ve seen Point Break. You’ve absorbed the brilliance of Blue Crush. Now it’s time to watch Quicksilver’s just-released Scratching the Surface—outside, surrounded by $3 Hawaiian Kona beer, BBQ and surfer girls. We’re pretty sure this is how Laird Hamilton spends his Fridays.
You know the drill: gratis beer, sultry gallerinas and your best art-browsing blazer. Plus, pony up for a raffle ticket and you’re guaranteed to walk away with an original work. Which is good, because your living room could use something between the Picasso and the Dogs Playing Poker.
Caviar. Shaved truffles. The smooth stylings of a jazz vocalist. You grew up on this stuff. And now you’ll find it Sundays at the Webster’s bistro, Kaspia, along with endless mimosas, champagne and Bloody Marys for $25. Fish eggs have always left you parched.
