The weekend is building an ark.
Eataly is packing an epic Perks-exclusive spread of beef, duck, branzino and much, much more into a cooler for your Memorial Day feast. Plus, we’re hooking you up with five wine-paired courses at Vai Spuntino Bar, airmailing you lobster pizza and taking 40% off your spring cashmere.
The more rooftop lounges, the better. But honestly, some variety wouldn’t hurt. Enter Trump SoHo, which has instituted its particular brand of summer evening cocktail service by the side of a seventh-floor, Italian-mosaic-tiled pool. It’s that rare wet bar with a deep end.
You hate goodbyes. Though they do become significantly more tolerable when accompanied by veal scaloppini. So you’ll make one more voyage over to that most infamous of celebrity haunts, Elaine’s, for a last supper with Woody before finally paying your respects. And bar tab.
There’s a time and a place for roll cuff chino shorts. And, well, it’s fast approaching. So you’ll use this weekend to acquire the trad and plaid missing from your overnight bag. That way, when Memorial Day arrives, you’re ready for anything. Contrary to popular belief, you weren’t born that way.
There’re some great things happening in the field of brunchology these days. Chief among them: the Spanish-influenced midday menu at Rayuela. You’ll never forget the warm corn arepas stuffed with eggs, chorizo and melted manchego. And never remember the unrelenting stream of cava sangria.
Ever since you were willed a lifetime supply of Sno-Caps, your desire to go see movies: nonexistent. However, La Gazzetta is prepared to lure you out of that nonpareil-flushed home theater with a summer series of Italian movie/dinner nights. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll be moved to order the pappardelle.
