This week's Perk brings you into the rough and tumble world of celebrity chefs, with a membership to a cabal called Culinary Insiders, and a free pass to a brandy tasting in the bargain. Snift away.
The Spotted Pig blew through all the Mangalitsa they had in one hour, and now the wooly, deliciously marbled beast is being served up at...Klee. Yes, the surprisingly low-key Chelsea café is slicing up a three-course prix fixe that peaks with a crispy-skinned chunk of perfectly slow-cooked Mangalitsa, surrounded by sweet potatoes, fall greens and adoring, fawning foodies.
Apparently peacoats are having a bull market. The hipster menswear preachers at Bergdorf-lite Odin are setting up shop—their third in the city now—in the West Village with an upcoming house cologne line and some limited-edition shoes to go along with the usual upscale jeans, shirts and the like. Consider it your new Spotted Pig pre-party.
The MPD's overachieving little brother just learned a new trick: the foie gras tasting menu. This side menu offers five different varieties of sublime savoriness for your sampling pleasure, including a Foie Gras Flan shaped into a custard—which should fill the hole in your heart left by the disappearance of the foie gras doughnut.
We just found a runner-up to your lifelong dream of appearing on Soul Train: Monday night, GoldBar is transforming into Frankie Jackson's Soul Kitchen, the classic funk-fueled dance party complete with disco ball, Colt 45 and some of the funkiest rhinestone-encrusted vinyl cuts the earth has ever seen. Don Cornelius would approve.
The straightforward and casually handsome gear birthed from the John Bartlett and Claiborne's fine work together—crew neck sweatshirts, slim jackets and rugby-striped polos—are going for 70 percent off. The crowd should be casually handsome as well.
