The weekend is the best corner in the game.
For the big game this weekend, you’ve got access to an epic (heated indoor) tailgate party, plus a Super-Bowl-spread-dominating fried chicken feast from The Dutch. And for Valentine’s Day: a private rooftop swim and a room at Gansevoort Park Avenue. We trust you can handle the actual Valentine...
Costata: big Michael White steak place in SoHo. You know it. They’re doing two hours of happiness now. You’ll get after-work-friendly portions of crudo, some happy-hour-only miniature meatballs and of course Eben Freeman cocktail stuff. You know, the basics.
Get ready for the goat-sandwich era. An Il Buco vet has joined the sandwich-making ranks at Untamed, where the between-bread glories of goat with goat cheese and pork butt with pepper jelly are going down. And no, it’s not too late for lunch right now.
Before, there was a time where musical performance wasn’t happening at the NoMad. Now, there’s jazz happening upstairs in the Johnston Room every Thursday. If you bring Peyton, just tell him not to yell “OMAHA” during the solos.
Maybe you’ve got a list in your head. Something like this.
—Oak Street Bootmakers boots.
—An S.N.S. Herning sweater.
—A Stone Island coat.
It’s a list of wearables you desire. Well, good news—they’ve got all that for very little at Gentry
right now. Even if you somehow don’t have a list.
The ’70s were a golden age for many things—disco, sideburns, presidential resignations. But most of all: dirty movies. So Nitehawk has restored six classics of the genre (including the tour de force that is The Opening of Misty Beethoven), and plans to use them. Or, you know, screen them.
