The weekend will have what she’s having.
You’re heading upstate to Orvis—the country’s oldest shotgun club—for some sightseeing, lunch... and, oh yeah: firing an Italian shotgun. Next, a beer-soaked evening at Eataly’s Birreria on July 24 (for Perks members only). And 40% off lessons at Grand Central’s hidden tennis club. It exists.
Seasonal sangrias and pulled pork on biscuits: seemingly unrelated things. Which is seemingly a crime when you think about it. So a great uniter from Niagara and the Bowery Electric is bringing them together at this new East Village spot. Even if it may never have the ring of “a peanut butter and jelly.”
You’ve had Melt Bakery delivered. Just stellar... but never fast enough. That guy delivering your cinnamon-ice-cream-and-snickerdoodle sandwiches: he just didn’t seem committed enough. Now, for your own sanity, you’ll go to their new storefront and grab them yourself. Yes, it’s perfectly healthy to be this concerned about snickerdoodles.
You’re supposed to be relaxing in the Hamptons. So God only knows why you’re doing your own driving out there. Well, Uber has finally debuted in the Hamptons, with a fleet of on-demand Alfreds ready to shuttle you between Southampton and Montauk. Finally, you can have a drink out there.
You’ve been wearing Levi’s so long, you’ve convinced people you’re one of the guys whipping the horses on the back tag. But you need more. Vintage Western shirts. Selvage jeans. And for the love of all that is denim, a beat-up jean jacket. This is the place. Shop with abandon.
The hotels Standard: one west. One east. One over the High Line. One in Cooper Square. One with the Tertulia guy cooking up outdoor swordfish this summer. One now meeting your Beat-inspired-Warby-Parker-eyeglass-and-vintage-literature needs. One you’re going to. One you’re... also going to.
