The weekend looks exactly like Brian Dennehy.
Perks is hooking you up with an after-work burger and two hours of bottomless beer to wash it down at the Windsor. And for your brunch needs: more bottomless booze—with endless brunchy small plates—atop Yotel’s massive terrace. And, just because, we’re putting booze in your PB&J.
We don’t want french fries to feel threatened, but your cheeseburger may have met a new best friend. It’s whiskey. And they’re being paired together at Interstate: a split-level, roadside-style joint that some might say has gone heavy on the burgers and booze. Though you’d probably say it’s just the right amount.
Things you look for in a good pair of jeans: the fit, the wash, the charity they’re affiliated with. Which leads us to Treasure & Bond, a curious offshoot of Nordstrom that’s donating all sales from their wares (super-soft Rogan tees, Loomstate denim) to charity. ’Tis always better to give.
News the nine-year-old version of you would love to know: brunch now comes in chocolate. Or at least it does at Smith & Mills, where the chef has created an all-cocoa three-course (plus cocktail) meal that melts in your mouth. And atop your smoky ricotta chocolate waffles.
You’ve always taken your coffee with three sugars and milk. This weekend, for the first time, you’ll also throw in a 16x22 photograph of Dweezil Zappa. Meet Lost Weekend, an LES café that’s half coffeehouse, half gallery of ’80s art and the most seamless transition between a first and second date.
The Mondrian SoHo is inviting you into their penthouse. And inviting you to help yourself to some chicken thighs. See, starting this Monday, they’ll open up the suite for a weekly rooftop BBQ. On the menu: fish tacos, Italian sausage on pretzel buns and pillow mints. For dessert.
