It’s better to weekend than to receive.
Your Perks: 1) A Mexico City–style brunch with endless mimosas in the West Village. 2) Appetizers and cocktails for two at a sprawling French restaurant in Midtown. 3) A New Year’s party with all the scotch, champagne and extravagance you can handle.
General Tso’s sweetbreads. Foie gras soup dumplings. Ginger-scallion lobster sliders. That’s right, it’s the Chinese-Jewish Christmastime dinner. The cheeky folks at Traif (you know, probably the most underrated restaurant in Brooklyn) are putting it together. You look thin.
Okay, you did the thing where you thought about everyone else, and you did it well. Now let’s get the focus back on getting you in a shearling bomber or some Kanye-approved denim from the French nattiness experts at A.P.C. It’s the least you can do for you.
A virtuosic jazz pianist doing his Christmas thing in a charming, tiny underground den in the West Village. Either we just described the perfect Christmas Eve night, or that’s going on at Mezzrow. Or both.
You’ve probably seen It’s a Wonderful Life more than once. None of those times was on the big screen. Which is where IFC comes in. For Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, it’s 1947 again. But with more falafel outside the theater.
There’s a covert new party operation happening in Brooklyn. It’s called the Bluffs. And they’re bringing an all-nighter to Baby’s All Right the day after Christmas. And science says nine out of 10 doctors recommend a high dose of rug-cutting immediately following the holidays. Which isn’t true, but still.
