Where we’re going, we don’t need weekends.
Your Perks: 1) A plethora of classic Ray-Ban sunglasses for protecting your eyes all stylishly and such. 2) V-necks and short-sleeve button-ups from Jared Lang, your go-to summer shirting guys. 3) Casual dress shirts and blazers. Bring on wedding season.
There’s a slick new tapas affair at the Centric. Helmed by a chef with the Bazaar and the Traymore under his belt. Don’t question these things. Just know that you’re getting access to small plates of grilled octopus, chicken thighs and deftly made gin drinks. Deftness is crucial in these matters.
Haven is inviting a different modeling agency to take over its bar every Thursday night. Presumably, there’ll be models. Presumably, there’ll be drinks. Presumably, there’ll be a considerable amount of incredulity that this isn’t already a thing.
The guys at O Cinema have rounded up a week’s worth of Woody Allen flicks to tide you over until the premiere of Irrational Man on the 31st. Which means a little Annie Hall. Maybe some Manhattan. At this point, safe bet Miami just isn’t going to happen.
Odds you’ll be looking for brunch this weekend: excellent.
Odds you’ll be at Klima’s new brunch this Saturday with boundless amounts of sangria, three kinds of
paella and flamenco guitar: why not.
Odds you commented on the use of the above “why not”: sure.
Dine arounds. You know how those work. And the SoFi neighborhood is getting serious about their first one with chef one-on-ones, custom-made drinks and local artists at each stop on their culinary caravan. In attendance: Red, the Steakhouse, Tongue & Cheek, Cibo and, okay, we’ll let you go now.
