The week is getting a last-minute bailout from the weekend.
It's important to stay well-heeled in these trying times, so we're hooking you up with 30 percent off from Gordon Rush. A good pair of shoes may be the best investment you make all year.
Serge Becker's trendy and much-delayed Swiss hangout has taken its time opening to the public, but it should be better for the seasoning. So far all you'll get is lunch, but soon you'll be able to stop by for a post-Esquina espresso...we think.
The station's basement turns into a street fair-style oysterfest with dozens of types of clams, calamari and oysters ripe for the picking. To work up your appetite, there's also a grand riding on the oyster-shucking contest, along with a "beer shucking" sideshow—your guess is as good as ours.
This Americana-soaked label is clearing house with button-down shirts as low as $60, T-shirts at $22 and unusually sincere straight-leg jeans at $75.
Raw mozzarella may well be the next fro-yo if this Italian mozzarella kiosk has its way. They've got a
pastry or two, but the main show is the buffalo cheese, served one golf ball-sized lump at a
time,
and offering the perfect refuge from the Pinkberry hordes.
Pig roasts come and go, but our go-to rustic Italian date spot distinguishes itself with a rare-breed 200-pound Georgian sow, slow roasting all day over an open flame. Also, there will be fruit of some kind.
Tickets for Woody's jazz band may go for $100 a pop up at the Carlyle Hotel, but your best bet at catching the auteur with a clarinet is his free, under-the-radar shows downstairs at National Underground. As for running into ScarJo...you never know.
