The weekend just scored on Brazil.
Your Perks: 1) A baking class at Momofuku Milk Bar. Hope you like crack pie. 2) Unlimited watermelon, peach and strawberry mimosas with brunch at Melibea. 3) Tickets to the St Barth Hamptons gala—one of the biggest parties of the summer. And they’re expecting you.
Rule of attraction #53: It behooves you to adorn your place with glorious mid-century
mosaic coffee tables or the kind of desk you can write the Great American Tweet on. And hey, that’s
what’s at this Brooklyn pop-up.
Rule of attraction #54: Save the whips until date four.
Summer Friday just got real. As in, maybe you should just skip work entirely and dive right into unlimited Bloodys and crab scrambled eggs at Sotto 13. Because they have Friday brunch for the next couple months. Economy be damned.
Actual Bastille Day: A French Revolutionary holiday commemorating the storming of the
Bastille, often celebrated with an address by the French president.
Montmartre’s Bastille Day: A seven-hour bacchanalia, one day early, with bottomless
cocktails, a red-white-and-blue (the French kind) dress code and, possibly, mimes.
We win again, France.
Well, one thing’s for certain about the World Cup: Brazil is emphatically not winning it. Other than that, it’s up in the air. Speaking of which, you should watch the final at a rooftop lounge with mini lobster rolls and slushy cocktails. Maybe at PH-D. Since they have those things.
Quick briefing on Publican in Chicago: it’s one of the finest beer and pork spots in America. Now that you’re acquainted, we can tell you they’re hosting a one-night-only feast at Momofuku Ssäm Bar on August 5. Gotta love business trips.
