A Champagne Patio on the LES
The Scene: A charming, quiet respite of wood planks and vines tucked in between LES
apartment buildings.
The Provisions: Birds that are fried and bubbles that are bottled and chilled. Truth in
advertising.
This weekend is going to be the kind that reminds you that, no, you don’t actually want to move away from this place forever. The kind of weekend where you go to places managed by guys named Al Fresco. The kind of weekend where you drink outside... at these places.
The Scene: A charming, quiet respite of wood planks and vines tucked in between LES
apartment buildings.
The Provisions: Birds that are fried and bubbles that are bottled and chilled. Truth in
advertising.
The Scene: The secretly most gorgeous, giant garden patio in the city you live in, complete
with fruit trees, ferns and swings.
The Provisions: Milk punch and chicken-fried oysters. This is a one-spot case for going to
Bushwick more often.
The Scene: Obstruction-free, waterfront benches with views of the Statue of Liberty, Ellis
Island and New Jersey. Two out of three ain’t bad.
The Provisions: On-tap Dark and Stormys, pitchers of beer and uncivilized amounts of crab
legs. Now if only we could figure out on-tap crab legs.
The Scene: A cozy low-rooftop deck with private canopies and views of the entire Manhattan
skyline.
The Provisions: A sherry menu, a Flemish sour beer and the slow-cooked entire head of a
pig. Would you believe us if we told you that was what you ate with Flemish sour beers?
The Scene: Complete and glorious views of the Empire State Building and maybe (definitely)
a private terrace to charm your way onto.
The Provisions: Fussed-over cocktails and David Burke’s take on octopus tacos. There’s
like two other guys who have takes on those.