The weekend feels pretty good about its bracket.
This week, we’re hooking you up with a dozen exclusive flavors of boozy cannolis. And if that wasn’t enough indulgence, we’re doubling your subscription to the Bacon of the Month Club. Consider it a different kind of March Madness.
Things that make sense: a bar that fancies itself an 1890s saloon introducing a happy hour with “back in the day”–priced drinks. So you’ll block out some post-work time to be in Long Island City, where handcrafted Moscow Mules and Rum Bucks can be procured for $8. Or 160 nickels.
Spring’s imminent. Thus you may suddenly find yourself in the market for a new pair of canvas pants or a few pre-laundered textured polos. Something formal enough for Bethpage Black. And comfortable enough for waiting in line at Shake Shack.
When weekend brunch calls, the last place you expect to answer is a NoHo burger joint. But with a menu that includes short rib hash and a smoked salmon, scrambled egg and caramelized onion Leo pizza, you’re prepared to enter into conversation.
Anytime you navigate through a Monday in one piece, well, that deserves some sort of award. So you’ll stop by Niko and let them treat you to a Monday surf and turf of LaFrieda sirloin, fresh Maine lobster and roasted bone marrow. Your trophy case could always use more bone marrow.
Over the years, you’ve come to rely on Steve Martin for several things. Physical comedy. Acceptable Oscar hosting. Holding the spare keys to your apartment. Also, Grammy-winning banjo playing. Which he’s putting on display at Joe’s Pub next week. The pyrotechnic-filled “King Tut” encore will change you.
