My mama don’t like weekend, and she likes everyone.
You should run, not walk, to Agent Provocateur, because they have an immense sale on every woman’s favorite lingerie. You know, stuff like bras, corsets and lacy dresses. And seeing as you probably know a woman, you should be getting her something and not wasting time reading this sentence.
Here’s where you celebrate Bastille Day by listening to live gypsy jazz in a Marie Antoinette–themed bar whilst drinking something called Eat Cake from the woman behind the Dead Rabbit and Monkey Bar. Also you’re noshing on crispy frog legs. You knew there were going to be frog legs.
It’s a salted waffle taco shell filled with sweet corn ice cream and a roasted corn/caramel swirl, from Dominique Ansel and Empellon’s Alex Stupak. It’s only available for two days. It’s probably going to involve waiting in a line. It’s definitely going to be worth it.
A sort of throwback 19th-century pleasure garden and theater is popping up at the site of William Niblo’s mausoleum. You’ll lounge out and picnic on the grass as fire-eaters, contortionists and harp players do their respective things all around you. After the show, you can wander around by candlelight. Then, and only then, will your night be complete.
Tuesday nights are now for jerk crab boils at Miss Lily’s, where you’ll receive a mallet to bust open your jerk-spiced Chesapeake Bay blue crabs, and then fixings like corn on the cob, pineapple coleslaw and banana pudding. Wear something that pairs well with a crab bib.
Sometimes Gansevoort Markets have to close, so that they can reopen in nearby locations with vendors like Doughnut Project, Big Gay Ice Cream, Luke’s Lobster and Gotham Poké. It’s the circle of life. Life meaning artisanal markets, in this case.
