The weekend solves problems with martinis.
Nothing works out holiday stress like a rubdown and a stiff martini, so we're giving you another shot at Perk-priced deep tissue massages from Exhale Spa. Note: martini not included with the massage, but highly suggested and encouraged.
Drop by as your favorite old-world heavyweights lop a few decimal places off their winter collections. Expect a steady stream of sweaters, suede jackets, the occasional fur coat and people exchanging Gstaad war stories—just in case you need inspiration for your "holiday '70s gentleman of leisure" look.
When you think of romantic dinners for two, this one probably isn't top of mind. At least not yet. We're talking about a 16-ounce Pat LaFrieda burger, served up on a six-inch bun, with all the fixins' and sides you want. Nothing says romance like fixins'.
Joining the ranks of its Avenue A sister cafe, the West Village Yerba is launching a Latin-flavored brunch, complete with Bellinis, mimosas and a B12-boosted Bloody Mary. And with Churros con Chocolate and the Steak "a Caballo" (think Latin steak and eggs) on the menu, you can fill your daily donut and beef requirement before noon.
You know your way around a deep-fried potato pancake, but you won't try the city's finest until Monday night's four-way latke-chef throwdown. And since proceeds go to an obesity charity, you get to be part of the problem and the solution all at once.
Until Obama eases up travel to Cuba, a night of gratis cigars, half-priced mojitos and brandy-splashed pitchers of sangria should be a respectable substitute. And with Jose rolling you cigars on the house all night, you won't say a word when he turns out to be Dominican.
