Ask the weekend no questions, and it’ll tell you no lies.
Your Perks: 1) Moroccan goatskin leather bags that are naturally waterproof, or seaside-vacation-proof. 2) Shoes that were made in the heart of New York’s Garment District. Makes for quite the origin story. 3) Attractive pleasure-inducing devices that induce a lot of pleasure. They’re good at their job.
There’s a new Peruvian spot in Downtown from a chef with El Bulli and Mugaritz on his résumé. And he’s made you some things. Like king crab causa, duck terrine and ceviche using whatever the catch of the day happens to be. He’s a very caring man.
A cozy outdoor nook with potted greenery and a handful of stools. Killer Manhattans. A shiitake-cooked-bourbon-and-cocoa-nib concoction called the Bandit. These are some of the things that make up Alter’s new patio bar. Coincidentally, it’s where you’re going tonight. Huh.
If you haven’t mounted a stationary bike situated in a pool and started pedaling for your half-submerged life, then you’ve been doing this cycling thing all wrong. But you can rectify this by stopping by the Thompson on Saturday and doing just that. It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.
Carillon’s beachfront eatery, Thyme, is giving you new Sunday brunch with live jazz, bottomless mimosas and Bloodys, and access to a raw bar. In conclusion: brunches by the ocean are pretty great.
And on the seventh day, the great nightlife gods relocated an infamous Parisian party known as the Black Circus to Bond Lounge. And they filled it with snake tamers, fire-eaters and scantily clad aerialists. And it was good. It was very good.
