O weekend, weekend. Wherefore art thou weekend?
Your first 2014 Perks: 1) 30% off butter-soft leather briefcases and bags from Oppermann. 2) A fully portable and damn-near-indestructible folding bike. 3) 23% off some wireless and waterproof Bluetooth-enabled earphones. Tangled cords are so 2013.
Spris. It’s that little pizza spot on Lincoln Road. And Downtown. And now... Midtown. Yup, those crazy pizzaiolos are dividing and conquering the mainland with their diavola pies and lasagna. And at this new spot you’ll find an open kitchen and an outdoor patio. Oh, and pizza. Probably.
Area 31 just launched a new brunch menu. On it: four kinds of Bloody Marys, pancakes soaked in rum, and quinoa fried rice with pork belly and fried eggs. You can drink and eat all of that on their outdoor terrace until 3pm. If you’re into that sort of thing.
There’s nothing like sitting by the ocean with an endless stretch of shellfish, a 40-pound grouper for fish tacos, roast pork and a comely waitress topping off your glass with chilled pours of champagne. Wait. There is. It’s the new Nautical Nights at the Ritz. Nice.
Apparently, there’s this thing called “winter” that happens. Discuss. But not before you get to the Mayfair’s new rooftop pool party and order some cocktail pitchers with oysters. Okay, and maybe wait until after you get one of the mini massages they’ll have there, too. Priorities: you have them.
We didn’t want to tell you, but... your bingo game. It’s slacking. You’ve been mixing up your columns with your rows and, well, the Standard just won’t have that. So they’re bringing back bingo night. Expect a few risqué calls. A DJ. Prizes. And a renewed faith in your dauber.
