In just a week or so, you’ll make a resolution or two. We’ll assume you’ll keep them. Which doesn’t leave much time to give yourself an extra helping of vice. Here are a few ideas...
Your recipe for a lost weekend of Keith Richards proportions: a bar with 550 beers on its list, and a not-exactly-luxe hotel room over top of said bar so you won’t have far to go after tackling said list. We can only imagine what kind of debauchery lies over the hotel room.
You’ll need a big screen this week. Preferably one you can see through the haze of cigar smoke. All week, this tobacco shop is throwing open its smoking lounge for the big games. And you’ll be within easy reach of a Churchill-sized Nicaraguan when your three-team parlay hits.
The first thing you should know about the creator of your marshmallows: he started making them for DC Rollergirls matches, where his wife competes. The second thing you should know: he sometimes makes them with beer. Goes well with potato chips. Also goes well with MMA on TV at 3:30am.
You’ve vowed not to flaunt your wealth so much. So better get into BLT Steak now for the 1% Burger—Kobe beef, short rib, foie gras, gold leaf and Grey Poupon. Then walk home directly through McPherson Square while adjusting your monocle and complaining about the “riffraff.”
And here’s how to usher out 2011: a giant wheel of brie-like polarbert cheese at Bourbon Steak. Which is then topped with Alba white truffles, warm potato dumplings, Tuscan olive oil and sea salt. It’s meant for four people. But you’re hungry.
