The student has become the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Rugged briefcases, weekenders and messenger bags made of canvas. Give it up for canvas. 2) Soft button-ups that are practically begging to be worn to a rooftop date. 3) Handbags from Céline. Yes, this is the kind of thing Mom might want. Okay, definitely wants.
Unpopular opinion: giant Jenga has had its day. Just has. Conveniently, the crew at Concrete Beach is essentially recreating Little Havana’s Domino Park every Thursday with beer flights and as many rounds of bones as you can handle. Your straw fedora moment is now.
Three reasons you’ll want to bear witness to tomorrow’s baguette battle:
1) The likes of La Provence, Chocolate Fashion and True Loaf will be going crust-to-crust.
2) There’ll be a grand tasting of baguettes.
3) But also, charcuterie and a cheese buffet.
In a baguette battle, everyone wins.
When breakfast calls: The St. Regis’s pastry chef has his own digs now in the form of
Bachour (pictured). Guava cream cheese eclairs and Nutella brioche are involved.
When lunch calls: Captain Jim’s got a new look, with a stone crab station and a shiny new
bar. It’s a good look.
The Edition is about to open up their lounge-y Sandbox for a screening of Bogart and Bacall’s Key Largo. You and your date will settle in and be proffered a picnic basket filled with wine, crudités, shrimp cocktail and kale salad. Feel free to bring some Mike & Ikes or something.
That nice new Italian spot in the Grove, Spasso, is doing brunch now. One being manned by a chef with two Michelin-starred restaurants under his belt. What that means for you: egg and carving stations, homemade pastries and braised short rib on truffled mash. Champagne. It also means champagne.
