And the weekend’s in the cradle and the silver spoon.
Your Perks: 1) Access to Gansevoort’s private rooftop pools—cocktails included, of course. 2) The right to skip the line at Shakespeare in the Park, pay a little less and get two drinks—on us. 3) An unlimited brunch on the roof of the McKittrick Hotel. This is huge.
If you’re in Montauk: Ruschmeyer’s is holding pond-side screenings of the beautiful
game. If you close your eyes, it’ll almost feel like Rio.
If you’re not: A new Brazilian tapas spot near Union Square has all the flat-screens,
suckling pig and caipirinhas you need to get adequately passionate about the proper pronunciation of
“Neymar.”
Good news: Miss Lily’s new East Village outpost has decided to extend your jerk chicken consumption privileges until 2am. If you require any explanation as to why this is good news, just wait until the next time you’re not eating jerk chicken at 2am. That should do it.
And now, the four greatest archers of all time:
1. Hood, R.
2. Everdeen, K.
3. That kid who eagle-eyed the redhead on Game of Thrones last weekend.
4. You, just after discovering this giant new archery complex in Gowanus, which is basically the Sherwood
Forest of Brooklyn.
If you’ve ever had General Tso’s chicken and wondered, “Was General Tso a real person?” the answer is yes. And if you’ve ever also wondered, “Is putting General Tso’s chicken inside of a po’boy sandwich a good idea?”... well, a new food truck is happy to give an answer. (It’s yes.)
When you want Bill Clinton–approved pasta, you turn to Il Mulino. And starting Monday, when you want some marbled beef and bison ribeyes under the watchful eyes of papier-mâché taxidermy on the walls, you’ll turn to Il Mulino’s new steakhouse in SoHo. Unless you know of another place with those things.
