Hey.
Happy 80-degree Friday.
We’ll limb out here and guess you’re looking for a good rooftop to imbibe on this evening.
Enter: the Heights, a shiny new rooftop bar perched atop Arlo NoMad and featuring consumables from one Dale Talde, open now for your unseasonably warm happy hour enjoyment.
Your game plan is as follows: head over as soon as humanly possible today (any time after noon’s fair game). Stride into the hotel, head straight through the lobby and ground-floor eatery, Massoni, and make for the elevators in back. Get in. Press the highest number possible. It’s how you get to the rooftop, you see (now you see).
Time to flip those sunglasses onto that nose of yours and stride out onto that sun-drenched roof of theirs. Take in expansive views. Allow the crown of your head to bask in the sun’s warmth. Point at the Empire State Building and comment on its proximity, because it’s hard not to. Then hang a right, find the bar, and secure yourself an order of chips and ceviche. The eating here is snack-y and Detroit-style pizza-heavy. So, exactly what you want in a place like this.
Now go ahead and ask for a Brooklyn Heights (tequila, lime, fresh-pressed watermelon juice) or a Peeping Tom, which is big enough for two, full of rum, Thai basil chartreuse, pineapple, and served alongside an actual pair of actual binoculars. From here, things can go any number of ways.
Sip, see a bird. Sip, walk over to the part of the roof made of thick glass and peer at passersby below. Sip, study the intricate golden details of the New York Life Building. Sip, hand the binoculars to whoever you’re sharing this drink with, let them be the person standing on a hotel rooftop with binoculars pointing at things.
As we said, any number of ways.
Happy 80-degree Friday.
We’ll limb out here and guess you’re looking for a good rooftop to imbibe on this evening.
Enter: the Heights, a shiny new rooftop bar perched atop Arlo NoMad and featuring consumables from one Dale Talde, open now for your unseasonably warm happy hour enjoyment.
Your game plan is as follows: head over as soon as humanly possible today (any time after noon’s fair game). Stride into the hotel, head straight through the lobby and ground-floor eatery, Massoni, and make for the elevators in back. Get in. Press the highest number possible. It’s how you get to the rooftop, you see (now you see).
Time to flip those sunglasses onto that nose of yours and stride out onto that sun-drenched roof of theirs. Take in expansive views. Allow the crown of your head to bask in the sun’s warmth. Point at the Empire State Building and comment on its proximity, because it’s hard not to. Then hang a right, find the bar, and secure yourself an order of chips and ceviche. The eating here is snack-y and Detroit-style pizza-heavy. So, exactly what you want in a place like this.
Now go ahead and ask for a Brooklyn Heights (tequila, lime, fresh-pressed watermelon juice) or a Peeping Tom, which is big enough for two, full of rum, Thai basil chartreuse, pineapple, and served alongside an actual pair of actual binoculars. From here, things can go any number of ways.
Sip, see a bird. Sip, walk over to the part of the roof made of thick glass and peer at passersby below. Sip, study the intricate golden details of the New York Life Building. Sip, hand the binoculars to whoever you’re sharing this drink with, let them be the person standing on a hotel rooftop with binoculars pointing at things.
As we said, any number of ways.
