Take one weekend with dinner and another before bed.
Your Perks: 1) Tennis lessons on Grand Central’s hidden courts. 40% off. 2) A refined evening of bourbon, cigars and sorbet in the Nat Sherman Townhouse. 3) Bespoke jeans and a custom polo, tailored using a 3D body scanner. Crazy...
Shackets: fun to say, fun to wear. Freemans Sporting Club’s got a natty one as part of their once-in-a-blue-moon sale, along with some Japanese-denim trousers and some button-downs that should round out your shirt collection nicely. Finally, you can stop buying shirts.
We’ve got you pegged as the type who’d like to duck out for a midday patty melt and a cocktail right this second. If we have that right, you ought to know that the Butterfly’s doing lunch now. Commence inching toward the door.
Oysters and comedy have been a classic pairing since... well, since you started reading this sentence. See, the Leadbelly’s doing comedy nights on Mondays now, along with dollar oysters. Which everybody knows are the Louis C.K. of the bivalve world.
So there’s this wine documentary called Somm. You’re going to watch it Monday on the NoMad rooftop with fried chicken, popcorn and most likely a certain aged grape-y drinking substance. We can’t tell you which one.
For your thirst: Wine and the occasional double-braised pork knuckle: that’s what
Amuse Wine Bar on the LES does.
For your hunger: One of Jiro’s (as in: Dreams of Sushi) apprentices has 10 seats
of omakase for you at Sushi Nakazawa on Commerce Street. And east of Barclays, Milk
River’s doing the bi-level live-music/Jamaican-Southeast-Asian/cocktail thing. That old shtick.
