Look, Simba: everything the light touches is our weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A huge six-course dinner with wine pairings and access to a VIP lounge. Yup, that checks all the boxes. 2) Boots that belong on your feet. See them and you’ll agree. 3) Whiskey bullets and whiskey stones. Ice wishes it looked this good.
That casual Indian spot Soho Tiffin Junction is doing dinner now. And it’s casually going to take the form of shareable plates by Wylie Dufresne, followed by Indian-style soft-serve from the OddFellows guy. So it’s going to be good, is what we’re saying.
Saturday, 20-ish Brooklyn galleries will stay open till 9pm or later (hey, late-night for the art world). At Honey Ramka, you’ll ponder Katrina Fimmel’s graffiti-like pieces. At Idio, you’ll finish up with a concert. Then and only then is your gallery hop complete.
You’ll tote your bin of records to this record shop tucked into Output. Sign up for a 30-minute DJ slot. Climb behind the decks and bless the good people of Williamsburg with your vinyl-spinning skills. And your bin-toting skills.
You: A literary death match?
Us: Yeah—four writers will read their work, then Michael Shannon and former Daily
Show correspondent Wyatt Cenac will choose their favorites.
You: Then?
Us: Then they’ll compete in a literary-ish game for the win.
You: So, no death?
Us: No... Sorry?
We know you’re familiar with Estela. As is Barack Obama. And, well, the same team just opened a casual Italian spot on Spring, and it’s... damn good-looking. They’ve got beef carpaccio, tagliolini with black truffles, Campari-laden gelato. Put Campari in gelato... of course.
