The weekend brought champagne.
Consider this a challenge: for every pound of meat you buy, this Flatiron barbecue joint will spot you a beer. After this ode to your machismo, we know you'll be ready and thankful for Hill Country's next offer, which is obviously champagne-flavored cupcakes. These are what John Wayne ate before he shot bad guys.
Even if you don't summer in the Hamptons, you can still get nostalgic about it. If you're in town and are interested in spending a few hours inside a Cole Porter tune, you might find yourself at Revel's retractable-roof garden soiree, with a four-course meal and open bar. The invitation says "cordial," so that's a good sign.
You like to see a giant fall every now and then, but not when the giant is a Liza Minnelli-endorsed New York dining legend that you never got around to visiting. Alas, this is the night Tavern on the Green is laid to rest, after one last round of dinner and dancing. After that, you can do all the other touristy things you've been putting off, like walking way too slow and experiencing emotions.
You wake up in a haze and realize it's 2010. So this is what the future is like. You could use a cocktail. Fortunately, both locations of Fatty Crab are ready with unlimited boozy brunches: bottomless mimosas on the Upper West Side and spiked punch in the West Village. Because with an entire year of unknowns ahead of you, it's best to start with something you know.
A solid pair of winter boots is a necessity in this town, where a frosty pool of slushy delight awaits you on every block. That's where Vane comes in, with its Lower East Side pop-up store dealing in boots from classic Wolverines to more modern styles. That's the last time some smug, two-foot-deep puddle makes a fool out of you.
