The weekend refuses to be moderated by <span>Tom Brokaw.</span>
Shigeto Kamada, the genius behind the simple pork-and-simmering-broth elegance of Minca, opens up a second ramen spot designed by the same folks who built Ippudo. Chalk up one more entrant into the famous East Village ramen wars of '08. No license yet, so BYO a double magnum of sake.
The first official show by notoriously reclusive art prankster Banksy is open for business. At the stand-alone Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill, such exotic species as robot monkeys, swimming fish sticks and chicken nuggets that dip themselves are on display. Bring your own lunch.
Paul Smith opens his new permanent sample sale outpost in Williamsburg, with last season's goods 30 to 60 percent off and this season's looks trickling in over the next few weeks. You'll make out like a bandit—an impeccable but slightly whimsical bandit...
Diesel's planet-wide 30th birthday bash, dubbed Dirty Thirty, climaxes in NYC with a bang: five thousand people, performances by M.I.A., N.E.R.D. and Chaka Khan. Dress code: self-explanatory.
As an alternative to Bloodies and Benedicts, hit Beer Table for a hearty German sort of brunch that's guaranteed to cure hangovers: white sausage, Belgian waffles and a big beer. Think of it as hair of the German shepherd.
The first annual World Pizza Eating Championship goes off in Times Square, giving new meaning to the term "pie hole" (more like pie canyon). Kobayashi and other champs from the hot dog, burger, burrito and sweet-corn circuits compete for $14,000 in sweet delicious cash.
Plan next weekend's escape: Downtown tailor Duncan Quinn invites you to drive a Ferrari 360 Spyder up to a Catskills hunting lodge, where you'll drink vintage wines, eat gourmet food and shoot pool with like-minded hedonists. Like last weekend, but upstate.
