It was a bright cold day in October, and the clocks were striking weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A couple costumed fetes with open bars, hookah, dominatrixes... You know, Halloween stuff. 2) Tennis lessons from pros on the city’s most coveted courts. 3) A VIP table for you and up to nine friends, around which you’ll dance and drink vodka. Or so we hear.
Two developments at Root & Bone: they’ve got weekday brunch now, which means that fried chicken. Just... that fried chicken. Also: they’ve got live music to go with that fried chicken on weekend nights. We mentioned the chicken, right?
You just show up in the body you have. And then someone walks up to you with a tape measure. And a couple weeks later, you’re wearing this shirt that fits you better than any shirt you’ve ever had. That’s you at this J.Hilburn thing. Explanations are futile.
During daylight, this is a bar where you consume matcha tea. Then Saturday rolls around and they put up neon paper roses, bring in quality DJs and turn the whole thing into a place where you dance. Like any self-respecting tea place.
St. Mazie: charming little date spot in Williamsburg. They’re doing a dinner where they’re screening the silent horror classic The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, complete with a live band performing the score. Also, the place is allegedly haunted by angry spirits, so there’s that.
Halloween party situations that require your reserving:
1) At Nitehawk, a five-slasher marathon, called A Nite to Dismember. Worth it for the name
alone.
2) At Refinery Rooftop: Batman-character costumes requested. Guys on stilts, aerialists.
3) At the Roof: face-painting in that cool Día de los Muertos–skull way. Possibly dancing. Insane views.
