The weekend is the time of plans and projects.
Your Perks: 1) A one-month supply of brain-enhancing pills that might make you (even more) of a genius. 2) 30% off a trove of incredibly handsome watches from Italy. 3) A snow-globe-size wireless speaker that’s brilliantly simple to use. Just keep Perking...
You’ve been there, obviously—cutting through Downtown when suddenly you require goat meat between bread, immediately. Fortunately, Grand Central Market’s new butchers, Belcampo, introduced lunch yesterday, and the menu is full of dry-aged burgers, deep-fried-pork sandwiches and goat leg cheesesteaks. The three lunch food groups.
It could happen. Your quick coffee date at the Ace could suddenly evolve into a gallery-strolling expedition, and you could find yourself without the requisite black denim jacket. Across the street is Oak’s new store—and in the back, past the funny pants, are the jackets you need. Close hypothetical call.
Picture it. Spontaneous date night at your place. The food: getting delivered in an hour. The wine: getting delivered in an hour. The condoms... getting delivered in an hour. That’s a thing that happens now. Condom delivery. This delivery man is going to have some stories.
Your Sunday evening on the Malibu Pier, by the numbers: eight courses of seafood. Four great chefs (surnames Morningstar, Fullilove, Frankland Lee and Collins). One soulful chanteuse to serenade you. And... a lot of crashing waves. Not sure how many.
Monday marks Ray’s and Stark Bar’s third birthday, and it will do what it wants. That involves turning into a full Mexican cantina for the night, with margarita pitchers, octopus huaraches, tacos al pastor and gratis lamb carved tableside. It’s probably just a stage.
