The weekend could have sworn it was Friday.
In case you missed it: Nobu is delivering their award-winning sushi for the first time. It feeds up to 12 and comes with a personal sushi instructor. (Seriously.) Also: here’s 47% off burlesque and dinner in a Tribeca manor, and the chance to spend Sunday firing .22s at a Flatiron shooting range.
You’re a Super Linda fan. Partly for the ceviche. Mostly for the name. Now you can add “grab-and-go taco window” to the list. That would be pork-belly, mahi-mahi and pastrami tacos you can get really fast and take home. For all those taco emergencies you have.
There’s just something about scotch and vintage Rolexes. It’s probably the fact that they’re both extremely wonderful things. They’re also things you can get at natty shoe headquarters Leffot tomorrow at their pop-up watch shop. As long as you’re not too busy with any other vintage-Rolex-and-scotch events.
You’ve got a crucial decision to make this weekend. A brunch decision. In the Midtown corner: stuffed french toast, huevos rancheros and live jazz at a Geoffrey Zakarian joint. In the Village corner: Rosemary’s, now doing prosciutto with poached eggs on weekend afternoons. F**k it, just do both.
Siestas. Dinner at 11pm. Penélope Cruz. Frankly, there’s just nothing you don’t like about the Spanish way of life. And you’ll get a little bit of that at this new tapas-and-paella spot from the fellow behind Rayuela. They do dinner until 3am. Those 3am paella cravings are vicious.
Columbus: sailed the ocean blue. Has a day off coming up in his name. And a circle in Midtown. About that: an artist constructed a living room around his statue there, six stories up—couches, tables, lamps. And you can visit. This is what happens when you kind of discover America.
