Another new spot is opening near me, which is maybe the 6th place to open within a 2-block radius this year. Winning.
I checked it out last night for a sneak peek of the cocktail and bites menu, and I’m so excited for it to open so that I can go there all the time.
It’s called The Third Man and is being opened by the same guys – Edi and Wolfgang (they’re so adorbs) – that own Edi & the Wolf.
Check out the photos in the Thrillist link above. I felt badly taking too many of my own photos because it’s slightly hush hush for now and not quite finished. (Some poor guy wandered into the bar during our media preview, thinking the place was open, and I thought the PR lady who intercepted him might eat him alive.)
The bartender Rosser is a little dandyish but oh so sweet. If you plan to go alone, I’m sure he’ll take care of you (with shots of his pricey El Buho Mezcal).
If you need cool Phaidon books for up to 80% off (well it really seemed like 50% off), head to Wooster just below Spring St. to the Phaidon store. You have until 9pm, and they didn’t check my ID to see if I was really invited. Rows and piles of books:
Holla. And I think that after tonight’s preview sale is over, they’re having an open-t0-the-public kind of sale with the same discounts until the end of January.
Head to the Japanese grocery in the E Village called Sunrise Mart today and spend over $10, and they’ll make you play this awesome game (and everyone is a winner):
You turn the boxy thing. The boxy thing spits out a colored ball. And you win a prize based on the color of the ball. I won a 1.5L of mango Calpico. I was hoping for the big bag of rice. Doh!
I love my Japanese people.
So I came back from VA last night and woke up this morning (er, 1:30 pm) hungover. I could blame it on this guy who suckered us into liter mugs of beer at the biergarten:
(yes, he took a self portrait with my phone)
But I know better than to blame him. It was the other bartender’s fault. You know, the bartender at the other bar who made me many fancy cocktails (for free). Absinthe bitters and elderflower were almost worth this hell.
Hangover curing began with watching Monika get a beautiful haircut at Birds & Fellas, my favorite little East Village hair spot where a shampoo/cut/blowout is only $64, a complimentary cup of booze is the first order of business, Jenga and UNO and cell phone charging stations are available for people like me and Linda Chu, and cute people always sit in the chair next to you.
And, of course, hangover curing ended with Ivy taking me to a NYmag critics’ pick for ramen:
If you haven’t been to the tiny slice of heaven that is Rai Rai Ken, I will take you. It is the best ramen I have ever had. Seriously.
I still don’t feel better, but it was good to have an excuse for friends to play with me and endure my loathsome self all day. It was also nice to have an excuse to pick up a $$ lobster roll at Luke’s in between hair and ramen. Hangovers are sometimes a blessing in disguise.
It’s beautiful. And sad. And, today, very cold. But it’s going to be great when the greenery grows in.
Have you been? They have the coolest stuff at NYDC. I was there for a book signing this morning and ran around the 1stdibs showroom with Ivy.
Also saw this weird little dog:
If you can, you should go.