Hooked on a feeling, high on a weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A rooftop burlesque BBQ at Hudson Terrace in honor of the Fourth of July. And peak rooftop season. 2) Custom-made suits, shirts and shoes. Because you’re particular. 3) A bottomless tea-infused-bourbon (or Bloody or mimosa) brunch situation in Union Square. In case you’re looking...
The cereal. The bike. The couch. The computer. Yes, they’ve recreated the Seinfeld apartment, complete with scripts and props for your perusal. It’s in Meatpacking, of all places. What’s the deal with that?
Holland & Sherry never does is doing a sample sale this weekend for all your Gitman Vintage and
Sunspel shirting needs. And if you happen to be in need of some vintage cocktail equipment, hey, they’ve
got that, too. Look at you, all not shirtless and drinking cocktails.
That shack in the middle of Tompkins Square—move toward it. Note the typewriter. Hands at the home row. Now channel your inner Ginsberg and type out your poetic masterpiece. It’ll end up on that huge scroll, which’ll end up at a poetry festival on Governors Island. You’ve made it.
There’s a new Korean barbecue place in Tribeca that happens to have karaoke downstairs. You should know that. Now, on to its brunch. Think bulgogi ribeye and lychee Bellinis. They’re okay if it’s brunch.
Not news: there’s a pool atop the James in SoHo. News to you: you can now rent or buy Garrett Leight’s not-ugly sunglasses from the concierge there, and they’ve put together a library of California-y books (Bukowski, Bret Easton Ellis, Joan Didion) for your poolside literary advancement. Also, there’s the water.
