The weekend doesn’t value first-round draft picks either.
You read that right: legendary chef Nobu Matsuhisa wants to make you dinner—more specifically, a private, eight-course experience on March 4 inside Nobu 57. And we’ll put it this way: he doesn’t do this for just anyone. Also, Perks is hooking you up with a gratis hoodie from Aether.
As per our previously arranged agreement, we’re honor bound to notify you anytime there’s breaking bacon news. Say, a brazenly fried dumpling of the stuff with warm lettuce and sun-dried tomato. It’s the kind of thing you’ll want with a pint. And with a pickle spear.
There’s surrealism. There’s abstract. And then there’s whatever artistic genre you want to classify the photo collection of Michael Jackson’s bequeathed personal belongings in. Come for the iconic pictures of studded white gloves and Wizard of Oz figurines. Stay for the complimentary moonwalking seminar.
You’ve established several places for bottomless Bloodys and infinite dim sum. But when it comes to brunch spots where you’ll sit for steak and eggs and sell off Grandpa’s pocket watch... Well, before this weekend, they didn’t exist. At least not legally. And not with Cinnamon Apple Bacon Donuts.
If you had a complaint about the red carpet at last year’s Oscars, it was the lack of cocktails and canapés. So this Sunday you’ll stay local, throw on a white dinner jacket and take in the show with a properly themed feast. Leave room for 127 hors d’oeuvres.
When a new seafood restaurant arrives on your turf, a full battery of tests is inevitable. And though we hate to presume, things like Large Raw Bar Plateau, Slow Cooked Octopus and the stewardship of a Top Chef alum bode well. Then again, you’ve always been biased towards shellfish tiers.
