Nothing outlasts the weekend. It keeps going, and going...
’Tis the season for Perks: 1) Sharp bicycles in limited-edition colors from California. 2) The sleek phone cases you need to conquer battery-life anxiety. 3) 25% off chocolates spiked with eggnog, scotch and rum. (Hey, anything to help you endure the holiday season.)
We’re going to assume you’re still into this whole “cocktailing” thing. Crazy, we know. So we thought you should be aware of a handsome new spot from the Cipriani crew. It’s called (wait for it...) Cipriani Bar. Great spot for a Bellini while overlooking the water. Scotch works, too.
POC’s dabbling in the hallowed brunch space. Okay, it’s not exactly dabbling. More like... whatever’s the opposite of dabbling. Because for $21, you’ll get limitless amounts of stuff like sriracha eggs benedict and Belgian waffles. Oh, and they’ll have Bloody Marias with tequila for $12. Helps the waffles go down.
And in other brunch news, this: an all-day affair at the Ritz on South Beach from NYC brunch-party impresarios Day & Night. Champagne: check. Sparklers: check. DJ: check. Half-naked servers bringing you french toast with bourbon maple syrup at 9pm: check. But we’re not responsible for where that syrup ends up.
This Saturday, O Cinema’s screening Bettie Page Reveals All. And sure, that’s great. But the part you’ll want to stick around for is the Q&A after the film with pinup photographer Bunny Yeager. Then you can really settle that whole “does cheetah-print chafe” thing.
It’s hard out there for an NBA player. And Chris Gatling, Anthony Mason and Kenny Anderson are going to break it all down for you. Business. Gold diggers. Their, um... sexual exploits. It’s called the NBA Penis Monologues. And it’s happening this Sunday. Maybe buy the poor stiffs a drink afterward.
