You didn’t hear it from the weekend, but...
Your Perks this week: some regal bar sets from the golden age of imbibing—complete with rare booklets of recipes for old-school cocktails. (In case you need ideas.) Other beautiful things: 20% off the perfect desktop speakers, and some limited-edition surf art from a collective of international photographers.
Maybe you’re not in the mood for a full burger. Maybe just... several smaller burgers. Meet Burgerim, a casual new takeout joint offering combos like the Surf and Turf (one ahi slider, one beef) and The Mediterranean (one merguez, one lamb). Also: beignets. Beignets are generally nonnegotiable.
You could go to the Duncan Quinn store and get measured for a Savile Row–style suit. Sure. But if given the choice between getting measured in a store or a double-decker party bus parked out front and filled with rum, well, that’s not too tough of a choice, really.
There’s this new store. Looks kind of palatial. Kind of totally for women, with snakeskin purses and stuff. But it’s got four rooms, and one of them in the back is mostly devoted to python-skin flasks. And anaconda-skin boxing gloves. And condom boxes. Suddenly you’re ready for anything. Really. Anything.
Get a haircut and sure, your head looks great. But not your shoes (could use a shine), your shoulders (could use a massage) or your hand (could use a cue stick). Head to the basement of Saks, and NYC grooming import John Allan’s will handle it all. Yes, billiards counts as grooming.
Go to the Hollywood outpost of Berlin Currywurst on Sunday, stroll confidently to the counter and proclaim that you’ll take your sausage at heat level five. Yes, that’s the hottest. When you finish it—yes, when, not if—your beer is magically half-price. And the heat level is zero.
