The weekend is threatening to lock out the week.
Yes, this is happening: at Vic’s in Murray Hill, we’re bringing you unlimited beer, pizza bagels and beer pong for a mere $20. Also, a secret open bar with appetizers at The Ainsworth. Plus, we’re turning your photos into glass masterpieces and FedExing you lasagna cupcakes by the dozen.
Maritime laws were made to be broken. It’s why you double-dock your yacht without fear of repercussion. And it’s why you’ll spend today celebrating St. Paddy’s on a nautical barge that’s traditionally reserved for summer. Expect seaside buckets of PEI mussels, alfresco Rum Runners and plank-walking bagpipers.
New bar/restaurants: not uncommon. But new tri-bar/restaurants, well, that’s a bit more exceptional. So you’ll fuel up the scooter, head out to Williamsburg and inspect a dining spot where your grass-fed rib eye’s supported by cocktail (curated by the Macao folks), raw and homemade-pickle bars. Consider the permutations.
This weekend, we welcome spring... and discuss your dinner plans for the end of summer. Which in this case involve you sitting at the head of a 100-person table. That’s in the middle of a field/rooftop garden/mountain cliff. While Michelin-starred chefs man the grill. Now if spring would just end already.
You’ve got the weekday lunch landscape thoroughly mapped out. And by your account, the one thing your rotation’s missing: home-cooked Italian. Enter Ciano, where starting Monday they’ll be serving up exactly that. Only in three-course, market-sourced form. Tell Grandma the pink slip’s in the mail.
In many ways, you’re not so dissimilar from a 15th-century explorer. Your cartography skills: off the chart. You’re intimately familiar with a variety of native populations. And after stockpiling scarves, ties and pocket squares at Hermès next week, your stranglehold on the silk trade will be unbreakable.
