The weekend is nobody’s fool.
We’re hooking you up with a summer’s worth of farm-fresh meat and cheese, delivered straight to your door. Plus: a killer gourmet burger for $5 from STK’s new joint and this high-tech kit that ensures you’ll never lose anything again. Thank us later.
Long week. You could use a drink (or multiple). Also, a grilled-till-golden gruyère, leek and pancetta sandwich. Here to assist with your incredibly specific request: Little Muenster. They’re hosting a happy hour now. Two-for-one High Lifes. Two-for-one Coronas. Enough grilled cheese to choke a rhino.
Here’s something you’ll never object to: aggressive steakhouse expansion. Sort of like what’s happening with village chop shop Strip House. They’ve got a new grill next door. And it’s got the same menu as the old place. Plus: burgers, a filet mignon sandwich and lobster frites. Now if only Heinz made a drawn butter.
You can’t remember the last time you had an evening involving strobe lights. Sad. But behold, there’s a solution. A founding member of the Red Egg crew is throwing an Ibiza-themed pop-up party starting tonight. You can probably guess what to expect. Giant balloons. Laser beams. Neon. Lots and lots of neon.
We can predict with 97.7% certainty exactly what you’ll want at any moment (right now: a lean pastrami sandwich and a hammock). But for the other 2.3% of the time, there’s this place. A SoHo boutique stocked full of fine miscellanea. Like varsity jackets. And Vans shoes adorned with Winnie the Pooh.
Sunday is April 1. Which means: 1) Trust nobody. 2) It’s officially time to start drinking on
rooftops/balconies/verandas/patios/
porticos/esplanades again. Like... the newly reopened terrace at Crosby Bar. They’ll be operating seven
days a week (starting at 8am). And they’ll be serving Cherry Pie Martinis. No à la mode
necessary.
