Nothing lasts forever, even cold November weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Exclusive tickets to Queen of the Night replete with whole roasted pig, gratis wine and insanity. 2) An evening of endless wintry cocktails and seasonal oysters. 3) Tickets to a four-course meal complete with 10 types of wine and entertainment from some fairly flexible performers. Dinner and a show.
“And on your right, you’ll notice an exquisite early 21st-century Shake Shack crinkly.” That’s a thing you might hear at this two-day french fry museum. It’s 100 of the city’s greatest fries, under glass, appreciated in the way they always should be. This... is such a good idea.
Edie Sedgwick. Lou Reed. The Empire State Building. These are things Andy Warhol filmed—artfully. And hey, someday you should watch those films while the lead singers from Television and Deerhunter provide the soundtrack, live. Unrelated: you won’t believe what BAM’s doing this weekend.
James Bond wears a very specific polo. As you might imagine, it’s better than average looking. It’s also hard to find in America. But maybe, just maybe, if you check out Sunspel’s shop-in-shop at Dover Street Market, you’ll find it. Maybe.
The NoMad Bar is pretty damn stunning even without an all-day Sunday brunch of short rib hash with duck egg and sherry Bloodys. But, you know, it’s a lot more stunning now that it’s got that.
For dance floor/arcades with sherbet-tequila fishbowls and bourbon-cherry-cola slushies, there’s... really only Half & Half at Hudson. And if you’re looking for a rustic new Astoria cocktail spot from the Ba’sik guys, there’s really only Sekend Sun (pictured, and you can see more of it here).
