It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A day of all things bacon in Williamsburg. That means eating bacon and drinking things that pair well with bacon. 2) A rooftop brunch and a bottle of bubbly at the Gansevoort. Good luck saying no to that. 3) A mysterious, sexy, burlesque-y dinner theater. Yes, you’ll need a costume.
There was nothing cool about the people who were around during the early days of hip-hop in NYC. And as long as we’re telling lies, you shouldn’t check out the photo exhibit on that very subject at the Museum of the City of New York this weekend. Definitely not.
The gents from the Pines wish to start providing you with dinners of foie gras cannoli and boar belly at their new Bed-Stuy spot. Won’t you please oblige them?
So here’s the new stuff at Smorgasburg, which is back, by the way: Birds & Bubbles is doing chicken-and-egg biscuits, Curd’s the Word has beer-battered fried cheese curds, and Von Kava is doing a full-on tasting menu from the Mas guy. Smorgasburgs grow up so fast.
Jazz and April Bloomfield’s deviled eggs. Not sure how this togetherness hasn’t happened already, but it’s happening now. It’s a brunch dedicated to... brunch, and the only true American art form. No, not eating contests.
They laughed at you when you put your milliner on speed dial. And they had a point. Still, the more elaborate your hat is on Sunday, the better your chances for getting gratis cocktails at the Dead Rabbit. There’ll also be Irish music. For which you have no speed-dial option.
All the Euro-y blazer-and-leather-jacket glory you could ever want is going to be awaiting your covetousness in SoHo on Tuesday. It’s from the Kooples, it’s a sample sale, and “bandit” is the word that best describes how you’re going to make out.
