Weekend like it oughta be.
Your Perks: 1) VIP tickets to see UB40 at Webster Hall. You know you’re curious. 2) The no-bribe way to get prime-time reservations to the hottest restaurants in the city. 3) A giant all-day BBQ with slow-cooked ribs, brisket and a designated bourbon bar.
Sandro /san-droh/ a bunch of good-looking French sport coats, boots and such that
are on sale right now at up to 75% off.
You /yoo/ the person who benefits from this.
There’s a new gallery at the old Williamsburgh Savings Bank. You know the spot. Yeah, so anyway, right now it’s got neon art, giant crocheted rooms and even bigger murals of light. Someone in the Guggenheim family put it together. Name sounds vaguely familiar.
A little while ago, we told you Eben Freeman would be starting up some mixology classes at Genuine Liquorette, where you’d learn some advanced liquid-handling, wear a burgundy blazer and have your photo put up on the wall. Guess what time it is?
Well, it’s finally come. That day when you need to own spats. The day when Chan’s Parlor begins. It’s where you go to the basement of Louie and Chan’s, that tiny party palace on the LES, and do, listen to and drink things like they did in the ’20s. Tails are also encouraged.
Sushi Seki is one of the more underappreciated sushi outfits in this town. Let’s not make that mistake with its large new cocktail bar, where an Angel’s Share vet has helped put the menu together. We need to learn.
