The weekend will match any and all offer sheets.
Only on Perks: party brunching on a giant SoHo patio with unlimited cocktails for $40. Dining on a decadent Maine lobster cocktail with bottomless drinks for $50 at the Michelin-starred Oceana. And private helicoptering to the Hamptons for a few grand less than the going rate. Wave down at the traffic for us.
Your weekend getaway checklist: a cell phone scrambler, a reinforced hammock, three shades of Panama hats, four lobsters, sunscreen, a coconut, a straw, a grappling hook, several handsome button-downs and a ludicrously sturdy duffel bag. To help with those last two: this sale. As for the rest: you know a guy.
You know Rosemary’s. Big Tuscan-style date spot in the Village from the Bobo guy. Yeah, the one with the killer prosciutto panini and housemade focacce. Right, well, they’re now open for lunch. Which is crazy, because you just happen to have a spot in midday penciled in for eating food.
You remember when the space shuttle flew over the city. And when it was put out to pasture on the Intrepid. Well, starting today you can finally get a look at it up close. You know, to see how it compares to your own spacecraft designs. And if you want to make them an offer, we won’t stop you.
If there’s anything you hate in the Hamptons, it’s not being outdoors. If there’s anything else you hate, it’s not having Nobu small bites at your party. Hence, this recurring Double Seven pop-up at Capri, where there’ll be cocktails, a pool deck and all the trappings therein.
The week is long, the sun is hot, and you need some aggressive relaxation. So the freelance artisanal paradise that is Williamsburg has you covered to the tune of a saltwater pool party with beats from a TV on the Radio DJ and copious barbecue. A little on-the-nose, but whatever.
