The weekend is growing a playoff beard.
Your weekend Perking: a civilized two-course lunch for half the usual rate at The House. Three hours of bottomless boozing, South of the Border–style, at Diablo Royale Este for a mere $25. A two-hour, all-you-can-drink brunch at The Windsor. Oh, and 40% off Iron Man’s shades.
You don’t chase after food trucks. You either let them come to you... or wait till they morph into LES restaurants. Picture the type of breezy Mykonos island destination where tables are nooked in white stone, walls are draped in bougainvillea and the chief export is feta-covered cheese fries. Pack accordingly.
It’d be nice if spring were all linen and shorts, but your social calendar is filled with formal warm-weather affairs. So you’ll add some old-school prep (seersucker pants and houndstooth sport coats) from J.Press in preparation for the season. And throwing out the first pitch on Opening Day.
You’ve “got a guy” for pretty much everything. And starting today, that also includes the inside track to underground Swedish candy. A godsend when you’re in the market for sockerbitar, dumble, skogsbars and blondes. Some items transcend the language barrier.
Brunch has always been your siren song. So it should come as no surprise when you’re insatiably drawn in by an oyster bar that’s open early for lobster-topped Mermaid Benedict and midday Egg McMermaids. It’s considered a delicacy in certain parts of the ocean.
You’ve often wondered what would happen if someone created a Chinese/American-fused restaurant that seems like it was named after an animated character. Okay, not really, but complex menu items like Sweet Chili Baby Back Spare Ribs, Shanghai Pancake Burgers and technologically superior foie gras make Midtown’s Walle infinitely more interesting than SpongeBob’s Szechuan Steakhouse.
