Act now and we’ll throw in a second weekend free of charge.
Your Perks: 1) Tom Ford sunglasses at half off. What? How? Don’t you worry your pretty little head. 2) A ticket to a Williamsburg bacon festival. Expect beer, spirits and quite a bit of bacon. Quite a bit. 3) A flying palm-size HD-camera drone. Huge for your Vine game.
This local designer decided that the Navy was a good place to get some style inspiration. Turns out, he was right. And for this weekend, he’s running a concept shop full of flight jackets and bombers that make people such as yourself want to trade currency for them.
You’ve had a few notebooks in your life. Got some good thoughts in them. Maybe jotted down a recipe or two. The problem is, they’re not always as interesting as Jean-Michel Basquiat’s notebooks. But you know whose are? Jean-Michel Basquiat’s, which are at Brooklyn Museum now. Yeah, his are good.
The sausage-egg-and-cheese sandwich: a timeless classic for the recovering Saturday morning human being. It’s a pizza now, for brunch, at Pizza Beach. It was going to be an omelet, but, you know, Pizza Beach.
There’s singing for your supper. That’s a thing people say. But that involves singing. How about you just answer a bunch of trivia questions at the Shakespeare and have a giant pot of curry? Much more reasonable.
In the East Village: A man is doing size-of-your-head muffulettas and complicated meatball
heroes in Alphabet City. Bless this man.
At the Seaport: The Water Table is back. For a refresher course, see: beer, riverside
dining, endless sunlight.
