Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, weekend.
Your three-step plan to winning Valentine’s Day: 1) Send some roses grown on a South American volcano—for 25% off, no less. 2) Finally give them the Rolex they deserve. 3) Create a painted artistic masterpiece with your special someone. (Note: no actual paintbrushes allowed.)
Foams and liquid nitrogen. They have their place. But there are moments when you need a no-frills, honest-to-God, solid drink. Enter: Lippi’s Homage cocktail hour. They’ll be paying tribute to the golden era of cocktailing by mixing a variety of classics. Hey, if it ain’t broke...
... there’s this: a pop-up shop from the suitsmiths at Indochino. Your move: make an appointment, get measured by their tailors, pick out your fabrics and just like that, you’ve built a new suit in less than 30 minutes. And they say suits weren’t built in a day. Or something.
Yes, it’s that glorious time of the year again. You know, when the rain takes a bit of a sabbatical, humidity is low, oh, and the bikini-clad models return to the sands of Lummus Park for two days of volleyball action. ’Tis the season and all.
Your Saturday morning options: sleep. Coffee. Sleep. Or you can brush up on your knife-wielding skills during a Spanish-ham carving class. You’ll be given a bone-in jamón serrano, a carving stand, a knife and essential know-how from a pro. Might wanna bring a couple Band-Aids.
The traveling pork party that is Cochon 555 is descending upon us. Once again, you’ll drink (beer, wine, bourbon). You’ll feast (tartares, foie, cheese, pork). You’ll take in a show (there’s live butchering demonstrations). And yes, the pork appreciates your enthusiastic efforts.
