This weekend brings a new year with promises of restraint, moderation and healthy decisions. But until then, you’ve got a week to wallow in the exact opposite of all that. Here’s your map to excess.
Sure. In the coming year you’ll totally hit the gym during your lunch break. Uh-huh. But before that, you’ll want to hit this day spa in Downtown for a midday rubdown. A $700 10-session package is good for 60- or 90-minute massages. Think of it as a punch card for all those kinks in your back.
For your last gut-busting hurrah, you’ll want to go big. Whole-roasted-hog big. Which is where this crispy-skinned suckling pig comes into play. You’ll have to order it three days in advance, and it promises to feed a table of six. Or one very gluttonous you.
You can’t put a price on the perfect jacket. But you can put a price on one made of ultrafine cashmere by a single Italian tailor. The process takes 40 hours, so you’ll have to wait a few weeks before you can don this little piece of handsome. Delayed gratification never felt so reckless.
We’re happy to report that your days of eating foie-gras-free hush puppies are over. That’s because the kitchen wizards here have figured out how to inject silky duck liver mousse into them. Smother ’em with a side of foie-spiked lavender honey butter for extra richness. Because you can.
So you’re going to try to cut back on the blackjack and roulette. But before that, you should probably join in one last blowout of chips, cards and green felt tables. In your living room. Leave it to these folks to orchestrate the whole thing. The cocktail waitresses are all you.
