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Too manic for just one Monday, here’s part two of my month in recap Sublime to the Jersey Shore, and my virtual DJ debut…. Ready, set…. go!
Hop Around. Dishcrawl In college I missed out the on beer crawls (NYU, not known for their alcohol-induced sports), but when approached with the opportunity to dish crawl, I made time… and room for a resto hoppin’ evening. Dishcrawl is a social dining experience through 4 restaurants in 1 night with a group of equally as-awesome-as-I-am food lovers. One tip - make sure the restos are worth crawling to, otherwise you may end up b-lining it to Billy’s Bakery.
I’m about to @Dishcrawl… Mouth, you can thank me later #restaurantweek
Reminisce. Sublime with Rome. There’s nothing to say here. I grew up on Sangria, and dialing 439-0116. I thought Ruca was a hot model, and Garden Grove was a destination in Bali. Tragically, my favorite musician of all time, Bradley Nowell, passed in 1996 and my dreams of seeing the world with Sublime by my side were crushed. But last year, a musical collaboration was formed between Eric Wilson and Bud Gaugh of Sublime, and singer and guitarist Rome Ramirez. Now I know, it’s not the same, but Rome’s skills can’t be denied, and seeing Sublime live, in any form… priceless.
Relax & Rage. Jersey Shore. In a summer full of first-times, I figured I’d go all the way…. the Jersey Shore way. One night at the Osprey did in fact include fist-pumping, tequila chugging and fight dodging. But the true tale to tell, is that Point Pleasant is oh-so-pleasant. Tiny towns, vintage shops, ice-cream trucks with metal bells, and bakeries with that just-cooked smell. Step away from the MTV-Vehicle, and see the Shore for yourself.
Ice cream trucks. Undercurrent. Outdoor showers. Brie. Fig spread. Rose wine. Weathered shackles. The Shore. @LiebzMeAlone @pattymayo116
Spin. Turntable.fm Live Bash. In other news… I am officially a startup freak, and there’s no sexier startup right now than Turntable.fm. Kanye West and Lady Gaga are both officially investors and while my cash flow may be running low, my virtual DJ skills are at an all-time high. So when I was asked to be 1 of the first folk to spin live, at a real live Turntable.fm party, I could not refuse. Not only could I not refuse, but I let my dance-freak-flag fly with original tracks, and a lemur cap. Thanks to New Work City for hosting the awesome bash, and Doctor Klein for telling me about Turntable.fm months ago, even though I didn’t listen.
DJing in the IRL @TurntableFM Dance Party Room. I’ll be taking you around the world, so buckle up #turntablefm http://t.co/k06Ybqf #ttfmirl
#CollectiveClan RT @djtannernyc: @jetsetfarryn absolutely destroying @turntablefm party right now. Amazing.
Drive. Flying Lessons. There will always be something you want to taste, or test out, or try. And in my case, the list is endless. This year, I drove race-cars and stood on stage at Coachella; I tasted bone-marrow and skied my first slope. But flying, flying a plane, was never something I thought possible. I’ll be straight with you: driving out to Farmingdale on a beautiful summers day, taking the reigns in a one-engine Cessna and flying over Jones Beach, was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. But accomplishing that feat, and going for it, was by far the best part of my day.
From Long Beach to Le Bain, Fatty Crab to Farmingdale, Flying…. yes, flying. Here’s my month in recap, in two parts…. Ready, set…. go!
Stay. Dream Downtown. The new Dream Downtown has the best of both worlds. Housed in a 1960s building designed by Albert C. Ledner, it’s situated at the crux of Manhattan’s art, design and nightlife scenes between Chelsea and the Meatpacking District. With a hot rooftop bar, a Miami-meets-Ibiza pool (with lounge chairs set in real sand) and modern rooms with classic Downtown views, you can have your party and a good night’s sleep, too.
Chill Out. Long Beach. Long Beach Lesson #1: Do not start a fight with a local girl who is most definitely related to everyone inside the bar; Long Beach Lesson #2: There’s no crying in dancing even if you get knocked in the head… with another head; Lesson #3: The hot guys of New York are hiding beneath the surf; Lesson #4: There’s a rare form of fun to be had in this stop by the beach… the type of fun you imagine to find on a hot summers day with popsicles and sorbet-colored life guard stations. Low-key and relaxed, this seashore spot feels more like Key West than Long Island. So grab a Beach Bagel, chill out by the shore, dance at Cabana….
Taking our talents to #LongBeach @theSchabes @JFSica @TheRadler_
@JetsetFarryn: a dance. a headbutt. a drink. a beetle. and a good ol’ fashioned girl fight. #longbeach
Party For No Reason. CO-OP Food & Drink. In complete truth, I have a thing for bringing people together, especially those people who are taking names around NYC. So, we took over CO-OP Food & Drink, the hot new spot by the Culinary Guerilla Brigade at the Hotel on Rivington for a #PartyForNoReason. Thankfully, Justin Bridges of Tucked LLC captured the chaos. In the house: Greg Minasian of SPREADhouse, Jace aka Grungy Gentleman, Niki Blasina of A Haute Mess, Christina Minasian of Pencey, Sean Hotchkiss of Khaki Crusader and the GQ Eye, Austyntatious, Doctor Klein and of course, The Velveteen. Support and Share. Do it.
We never have any fun RT @grungygentleman: Just a normal Tuesday with @JetsetFarryn ==> http://t.co/HyfFN5B
Picnic. Bastille Day. Join your fellow co-workers to celebrate any holiday…. any holiday that will get you out of the office on a hot summers day. Head to Madison Square Park, grab a box of grub (or a burger from Shake Shack) and lounge on the lawn.
@JetsetFarryn: #France, you rock. Thanks for baguettes, Montaigne, Ta Douleur, Loire Valley, Belle Epoque, french kissing… and Zidane. #BastilleDay
Dine. Le Mystery Dinner Club. I really don’t have enough friends, so I decided to dine with some new ones… Le Mystery Dinner Club. 10 strangers, 1 reservation. The lady-behind-the-dates is not messing around. Don’t worry about the food, dinners are housed in restos like Smith & Wollensky, Bond Street and Mercer Kitchen. Don’t worry about the bill, there’s an easy-to-use one sheet; and don’t worry about kicking off the convo, guests are supplied with mini-bio’s of the other patrons. The result is a delicious meal and a lesson in the age-old art of true conversation. A dinner sans phones? Je ne sais quoi…
Get Fit. Hudson River. So, I previously reported on the Manhattan Kayak School which gave me a great lesson on how to kill it in a kayak… but let’s be serious - do I really need kayaking instruction? If you’re a pro with a paddle, head to Pier 60 for free kayaking on the weekends. Just don’t go past the barrier, you might end up on freight territory.
You’ve heard me profess my love for kayaking before (I’m a pretty bad-ass paddler if I must say so myself), so it was only a matter of time ‘til I took my skills to the seas. Manhattan Kayak Company, owned and operated by Eric Stiller and Brian Maxey, takes off from The Frying Pan… so you can have your beer and burn it off too…
@Jetsetfarryn: By no means did I plan my kayaking trip in the Hudson around #FleetWeek….
A Hong Kong chef (Guy Lieu) in the heart of Chinatown where Wise Man’s Broth and Mai Fun Noodle Soup are as easy to come by as chopped salads and Chai Lattes in Chelsea. Yet the write-it-down menus and no frills decor set the spot apart. Dungeness Crab, fresh Sea Bass and the makings of a perfect Spicy Sunday spot.
There’s a reason travelers venture to the easternmost tip of Long Island to spend long weekends in Montauk. Its Brooklyn-meets-Malibu vibe attracts artists and musicians, families and singles, out-of-towners and locals alike. Montauk is the go-to getaway for those looking to escape, to stay under the radar and away from the sceney side of the Hamptons.
A few years ago Surf Lodge set the standard for a new kind of Montauk escape, with its relaxed and charming yet modern vibe. And where Surf Lodge might remind you ofGidget and beach bonfires, the brand new Ruschmeyer’s is your very own Camp Nowhere. Read my full review here…
There are Lobster Rolls and then there are Lobsta’ Rolls (cue the Long Island accent) and Lunch is the best of the best south of Maine. The Lobster Roll Restaurant was purchased in 1965 by Frederick H. Terry Sr., and his Dad; Richard C. Terry Sr. when it was a tiny roadside clam shack on the Napeague stretch. The Lobster Roll Resto was coined as “Lunch“ (ya know, like me… and JetsetFarryn) and the rest is history. You can enjoy the Mac-n-Cheese, you can down some Fried Oysters, but let’s be serious… it’s all. about. the. roll.
@JetsetFarryn: Me and a Lobster Roll at @Lunchlobroll. Hanging in the kitchen with the cute chefs… Lucky me.
Pit Stop. Vickis Veggies. Saturday. 3 PM.
I love the road from East Hampton to Montauk, especially when the road has hidden gems like Vicki’s Veggie stand. This East Hampton-based farmers mini-market specializes in organic and locally farmed produce. So stop on Montauk Highway and pick up strawberries, local beets and some seriously delicious zucchini bread.
There’s just something about Sunset.... maybe it’s the Ibiza-esque shoreline dotted with Yachts or the St. Tropez vibe a-top it’s famed restaurant. Occupants spill from the boats onto the beach, some staying for the entire summer, others just for cocktails and dinner. André Balazs’s (yes we met, and it was epic) chic, hip hangout has set the tone for East End getaways since it opened in the late ’90s. This summer, see and be seen at this retro spot, just a short ferry ride from the more hectic Hamptons. There’s always time for mojitos and music…
Unnamed fashion icon, Ralph Lauren model, hot hotelier and sassy comedian. A girl never sees-and-tells http://4sq.com/k0oYnF
This summer, there’s a new sheriff in town. First Name: South. Last Name: Pointe…. And he’s raising the bar for tunes off of 27. South Pointe Nightclub (in the old RdV East space) opened in South Hampton with a weekend full of David Berrie, Funkagenda, Drek Martinez and Calvin Harris; Avicii and Max Vangelli followed suit. Some icing on the party-cake? The spot is equipped with palm trees, cabanas and a euro-vibe… so see you on the flip side. Questions or concerns? Contact Jonathan Schwartz, just say JetsetFarryn sent you.
@JetsetFarryn: Big night. Big moves. Big love. @Schwartzjon. @SouthPointeNY. @TheChainsmokers. @CalvinHarris.
Sripraphai Tipmanee came to New York 33 years ago starting out as a nurse. Turns out, she’s nursing me back to life post-Hamptons partying the best way possible: with spicy, saucy, noodle-filled food. Fried soft shell crab, Rad-Na, dumplings, Tom-yum shrimp, Bu-Du sauce rice, Yellow (karee) curry and more…. yeah, let’s sing a song called “I Ate The Place“… and I guarantee so would you.
I apologize for what I’m about to do to some Tom-Yum and Kao Soy (@ Sripraphai Thai Restaurant w/ 4 others) http://4sq.com/jIylL2
I believe in nothing more than my sisters, so it’s no surprise (despite it being Miami, in June) that I hopped down south for Austyntatious’s first solo-gallery show. From prints to plexi, the show featured some of her best work and was only a small sign of things to come. Peep the pics, enjoy the view just don’t ask for your very own “Clutch”… it’s officially sold out.
@Austyntatiouss is officially sold out #flyingofftheshelves (@ Control Hair Saloon)http://4sq.com/muFucD
Major night for the creative clan @austyntatiouss @amandaweiner @jonalagem @jdoberti @ooandco @marckalman @derekwalin @spikeyjak
Coachella counting down-teens and over-the-Zoo adults hoped aboard the ferry to Governors Island for this year’s Governors Ball. The one-day, two-stage event featured some of the biggest and best live acts in electronic, dance, hip-hop and indie music; Girl Talk, Pretty Lights, Empire of the Sun, Passion Pit DJ Set, Das Racist, Neon Indian and Big Boi took over the isle (which is evidently the soon-to-be home of NYU Freshman) for twelve, straight, sunny hours. I loved the fun-for-the-whole family vibe; Governor’s Ball skewed more classy than trashy as opposed to most of the festivals we’ve seen this year…. VIP being worth it - hooray for skipping the ferry line and separate seating (kudos to the Fest makers for seriously well organized transportation. But, it’s a good thing Girl Talk sprayed the crowd with toilet paper – he had something to clean up his mess of a set with. Read my full review here…
Get It to @GovBallNYC: Reason #1, Massages; #2, World Series of Beer Pong; #3 @GirlTalk & @PassionPit; #4 Dance http://bit.ly/kLADXt #nyc
I first blogged about Not a Gallery in December for my Gift It Guide… and my obsession has only grown since meeting the handsome and charming Mr. Belmont face-to-face. Not a Gallery offers contemporary art for sale online, and now you can snag your own ready-to-hang pieces from two Hampton locales - inside the uber-cool Tenent Shop and The Bulls Head Barn in Southampton. So stroll on by and start-up a decidedly not-snobby art debate. Call yourself a connoisseur, I won’t tell….
So it’s been a while, but don’t hold it against me. I missed you too… Here’s my month (or two) in recap… From start to finish. Go!
@jetsetfarryn: Iced coffee and jean shorts and soccer and long days and Happy Hours and Hamptons anticipation and music, lots of music. Happy Spring.
Dig In. Momofuku Fried Chicken. Thursday. 7 PM.
Ok, it’s not my first rodeo. Show some self control and don’t order much before the main event. If you must, opt for the pork buns, roasted foie gras and cornflake encrusted brisket. As for the chicken? Taste the Southern style infused with old bay seasoning, and the less-heavy, triple-fried Korean-style in bibim sauce. Expect pancakes, a bowl of veggies (shisito peppers, baby carrots, red ball radishes, shiso leaves, bibb lettuce, opal basil, Thai basil) and four sauces on the side (hoisin, ginger-scallion, jalapeño-garlic, and bibim).
Use your hands, combine it all, get weird with your bad self. Chang’s personal favorite? Crisp skin from the classic chicken, chunks of meat, bibb lettuce, both kinds of shiso, hoisin sauce, and ginger-scallion sauce. De-lish.
Don’t judge me for what is about to happen RT @JonAlagem @amandaweiner @jetsetfarryn @JFSica @djpolitik @MikeyLev #MomofukuFriedChicken
Any place that calls themselves a “joint” better earn it… a tip-off from a friend (why-thank-ya-Sklaver) led me to Paul’s Da Burger Joint on St. Marks and Second Avenue. Run down, beat-up, ripped checkered table clothes and the smell of oil in the air…. I was already sold. And then came the burger. A juicy, no frills, fresh off the hot plate burger that melted — just like the American cheese — in my mouth. I don’t mean that in a lazy, cliche way. I mean that literally, it melted. It’s the Jim’s Philly Cheese Steaks of New York burgers, and considering that’s my Philly-born Father’s #1 spot in the world, it a huge compliment.
For the first time in a long time I made an executive decision: no work at play. And while it was hard to put down the pen, festival-going sans deadline was a much needed break. All in all, Coachella was as you’d expect but not 2010. I’ll be honest, I left a bit disappointed. Let’s hope they kick it up a notch next year, and kick out the Creator’s Project (seriously, that was it?)
Wake up to @FreelanceWhales. Sunshine. Palm Trees. @Coachella
The Twelves at Highline Ballroom. Thursday. 11 PM.
Here’s what I knew about the Twelves. They’re from Rio (point). They’re the boys behind the remix of M.I.A’s “Boyz” (point). Their show has drum machines (point). So I went with some friends to check them out at Highline Ballroom. João Miguel and Luciano Oliveira (of the “12th” of July, 1980) have been jamming together since 2005 and it’s no surprise. Their set was as smooth as it’s latin beats with some electro funk on the side. Refreshingly tasty. Check out HiFi Cartel for more coverage…
@Jetsetfarryn: Highline for @TheTwelves with #Jameson @theSchabes @doctorklein @JFSica @Mnipon @Msposta #gang 22 Apr
I heard rumblings of Brushstroke and immediately knew it was a stop worth making. First, it’s David Bouley. Second, it’s a project in conjunction with the Tsuji Culinary Institute in Osaka (uh, I miss Japan). Third, its been in the works for a decade (postponed after to 9/11). Fourth, it’s located in a dreamy, sandy-wood space in Tribeca.
Now, Brushstroke is not for everyone. It’s a deceivingly informal setting for a very formal tasting experience; there’s an a-la-carte menu, but you’d never dareorder from it; and the kitchen is open, but you will not hear a peep from the Chefs. In many ways it’s representative of that traditional side of Japan (we’re talking impeccable, over-the-top-service and care) that often makes me turn into a red-faced, giggling middle school girl who just hit a boy for the first time. I mean the intricate, cultural presentation? Like my first time getting a flirt-text (yes, that exact smile)…. and the food? Well, you don’t need a metaphor for that. Just sit down and eight-course Omakase-it (お任せ).
I‘ve been waiting for this moment… (@ brushstroke http://4sq.com/grfZYU)Out of body experience: flash-fried Chawan-mushi Egg Custard, Dungeness Crab, Sencha Duck, Black Truffles, Pistachio Sea Urchin @msmukler 22 Apr
In case you hadn’t noticed, I type… a lot. And in case you haven’t heard me complain about it yet, the typing is starting to wear on me. So a good friend hit purchase for acupuncture treatment on Gilt City. I crossed 14th Street (it’s located on 56th), checked in and checked out this thing they call acupuncture for the first time. Acupuncture Remedies was spotless, inviting and extremely profesh. They explained the process and what to expect when ‘puncturing. Most importantly, it was a relaxing experience…Just get over the needle part by pretending it’s a challenge on the Amazing Race. Not that I did that or anything…
Just finished #acupuncture via @GiltCityNYC - there’s a first time for everything…
Loved it! RT @GiltCityNYC: We hope you liked it! RT @jetsetfarryn finished #acupuncture via @GiltCityNYC - first time for everything..
Dance. Avicii at Pacha. Saturday. 2 AM. What would a Manic Month be with out Mr. Avicii? Boy wonder played to a sold-out-house this month at Pacha. He’s raising in the ranks, and so are Sunnery James and Ryan Marciano - the duo who joined him for a debut performance at Pacha. Avicii will be back on my radar this summer since he’ll be hanging in the Hamptons at South Pointe. Never heard of it? Oh, you will soon.
@jetsetfarryn: Divide and conquer RT @DavidxStein: RT @Dubset: Big night in #NYC. @Axwell, @Boyznoize, @Avicii & #Sunnery @Pachanyc, @Behrouz at @D36 23 Apr
Watch. The Bang Bang Club. Sunday. 5 PM. I rarely report on movies… but with Tribeca Film Fest on the radar this month, I’m making an exception for an exceptional film. The Bang Bang Club is the real life story of a group of four young combat photographers - Greg Marinovich, Joao Silva, Kevin Carter and Ken Oosterbroek – who risked their lives to document life in South Africa post-apartheid. They documented the first free elections, the gang wars and the lives of those in turmoil and well, war in the 1990’s. Starring Ryan Phillippe, Taylor Kitsch, and Malin Akerman, The Bang Bang Club was intense, moving and extremely graphic. More importantly, it told a story I truly did not know, or see, or understand. I really learned something new. So open your eyes with The Bang Bang Club and see their Pulizter prize winning photography here… #BangBangClub and #ramen on a rainy night #iloveny
Forget me, let’s talk about that bag. My good friend Ryan launched Fashion. Love, Africa after a life changing trip to well clearly, Africa. The bags are hand knitted and constructed from post consumer plastic bags gathered and woven by female residents living in the garbage slum of Nakuru, Kenya. Each bag is purchased directly from the woman who constructed it, allowing her a consistent source of income. It is a truly incredible program that I am thrilled to be able to support. Bag your own bag at Fashion. Love, Africa.
It’s family, what can I say? But more than family, it’s about talent. And I’m proud to call my friends TAL-EN-TED. Derek Giddon and Andrew Wotman have been playing to rowdy crowds in NYC, and will be heading out to the Hamptons this summer. Want to score a front row spot? Just tell them @PinkCashmereNYC.
Festival of Ideas for the New City was a three-day event, that featured over eight independent projects and public spaces designed to share new ideas. Some zest (or organization) was missing from the fest, but overall, a great idea for ideas. Highlights included Kickstarter (I’m simply a fan), The Bushwick Art Park project and Art in Odd Places (with works by Nicholas Fraser, Edith Raw, Ari Tabei and Gretchen Vitamvas). But my favorite, Bayeté Ross Smith’s community playlist, The Bowery Mixtape, which I left my mark on with “Heads Will Roll” …don’t judge my mixtape song selection.
@JetsetFarryn: Yes to thoughts, no to drugs RT @JFSica: Idea festivals are the new music festivals @amandaweiner @jetsetfarryn @JonAlagem (I’m at Festival Of Ideas For The New City Streetfair w/ @travelgoat http://4sq.com/jWCvLZ)
Wait. Scott Weiland at Gramercy Park Theatre. Tuesday. Midnight.
I went to Scott Weiland with the Pink Cashmere family (@ Gramercy Theatre w/ 13 others). I don’t even know what to say. He showed up late. He pissed me off and not in the I-wish-I-was-a-rockstar-kind-of-way. Scott Weiland, no points or blog chitter chatter for you!
@jetsetfarryn: #ScottWeiland is 3 hours late due to a “book signing”… Rightttt a “book signing” #rockstarfail
The new restaurant, CO-OP, is housed in the not-sure-who-it-was-space in lobby of the Hotel on Rivington… and it’s all about community (shared tables, small plates) and mixing (seriously, the mixologist is a genius). The tufted brown leather walls harkens a 1970’s Playboy vibe, yet the food is anything but retro. Executive Chef John Keller (Le Bernardin, Nobu) and sushi chef Stephen “Neo” Wong (Sushi of Gari, Megu, Sushi Hana) serve up Stanton Social-esque party plates with a seriously special Asian/American appeal.
Start with a Ginger Snap or Pink Bazooka cocktail (yes, I said Pink Bazooka, but it was pretty, and delicious, so deal with it); then move on to a Paper Cut Salad with Jalapeno dressing or a Kale Caesar with Asian Pear. Next, to the sushi. Fluke Crudo, Hamachi Crunch or the Rivington Roll with Blue Crab. It’s hard to slow down, but the intriguing art (DeVinn Bruce & John Rawlins designed the space with a graphic photography installation of New York City icons such as Moby, Debbie Harry, Patricia Field & oh, Alan Philips girlfriend – lucky!) can help distract. Chicken Meatballs with Sweet Chili Sauce, BBQ Pork Belly Steamed Buns, Cod on Butter Lettuce, Lobster Cappucinos (two please) and polenta… creamy, delicious polenta. Top it all off with some desert – and no, I do not mean your charmingly clumsy and cute waiter (Alex, I’m talking about you). We’ve got the Guerilla Culinary Brigade (Alan Philips and the adorably welcoming Jason Apfelbaum, the duo behind dining event company and my-main-marketing man Derek Feinman) to thank for a new lounge in the LES. You’ll find me there on Thursdays, 9 PM, booth in the back…. The only question - what’s a girl gotta do to get a portrait around here?
Falling in love at CO-OP… Polenta, fluke crudo, lobster cappuccino, pork belly buns, cute waiters. Good way to go #rapture
My weeks in recap, from start to finish, go! From the Thompson Hotel to Locanda Verde, The Bitter End to the Brooklyn Flea, NYC, Vail and Miami…
David Chang Does Shabbat. Friday. 10 PM.
Peter Beard. Bob Marley. Wes Anderson. David Chang (aka owner of Momofuku Noodle Bar, Momofuku Ssäm Bar, Má Pêche, Momofuku Milk Bar and Momofuku Ko). Otherwise known as my idols and obsessions so you can imagine my elation when I was invited to experience Shabbat the Chang way (yes J.K. I owe you for life). Matzoh Ball soup, Challah, with a Korean twist. Shabbat Sha-lom.
Rage. ATrak at LAVO, Sebastian Ingrosso & Tiesto at Webster Hall. Friday/Saturday/Sunday. Twilight Zone.
Ok, so it’s not exactly new to the blog. Yes, I saw ATrak (after a pseudo shut down by the po’ po. New York’s Finest, you weren’t fooling anyone); yes I saw Ingrosso (I’m a skeptic but your set was epic); and Tiesto(I thought you couldn’t be more fun, and then I went in my pajamas). Webster Hall proved why it’s the #1 club in the US - sorry LIV but seniority plays a role here.
@jetsetfarryn: Ok finneeeee @Atrak, I’ll go through the kitchen to get to you. Sooo demanding, jeez http://plixi.com/p/76612175
@Tiesto in my PJ’s, on a Sunday, at @WebsterHall… Happy Valentines Day to meeee
My weekend recap… from start to finish, go! Tasting menus to Tequila to Textiles to TV…
Try On. Textile Jeans, E & J. Wednesday. 9 pm.
Tequila and textiles? Count me in. I joined my good friends from Elizabeth and James to launch their new denim line this week at Tacombi. The jeans pull from a Penny Lane place with a 70’s vibe and patchwork pockets. I haven’t taken them off, and I haven’t gotten them hemmed yet. Maybe that’s why I feel down the stairs at Tammany Hall this weekend. Lesson learned: Get your jeans, and hem them too.
Stuff Face. Torissi. Thursday. 9 pm.
I love me a good tasting menu. Honestly, I do. But to agree to one on a date? Well that’s daring even for me. Thankfully Torissi and I got along swimmingly; we smiled over Sweetbreads, laughed over Island Duck and swooned over Skate. There’s something to be said for a great guy (um, I mean resto) who doesn’t brag or get over-dressed, and leaves it up to substance. A tasty-treat sans fuss? Now that’s my kinda man. Torissi, I’ll accept a second date. Just be sure to bring the wine-pairing.
Dance. The @Knockz at Tammany Hall. Thursday. 11 pm.
Over 1,000 people showed for the first Popshop at Tammany Hall earlier this month. And there are a few reasons why. First, the killer location in an annex on Orchard Street. Second, the peeps behind Crash Mansion suited up the place with a large stage (notably), a Prohibition-style basement and an upstairs balcony with its own bar. Third, the lineup which included the Knockz this past Thursday. Give me a boy on a mic and drum-pad and I am sold. This sound is special, so catch them this week at the Studio at Webster Hall. I’ll be the girly groupie in the front. Thanks to the Pancake Man for a great plan.
From Miami to Boston to New York to Atlanta, it’s been a mayhem-and-magic filled month. An art-installation restaurant, a ramen master-master class, a music legend-in-the-making to private flights… my weeks in recap, from start to finish, go!
From pop-up Kanye at the Jane to Umphrey’s McGee at Brooklyn Bowl, the New York music scene has had no shortage of acts this month. 23-year-old Afrojack gave the people what the came for at Pacha - a unique blend of chart topping hits like “Louder than Words,” mixed withclean upbeat rhythms and instrumental favorites like “Zeggie” and “Bounce Little Kitty.” It was one of the craziest nights I’ve ever experienced, but the question is, can the cutie keep up with crowd? Hopefully he’ll drop some new goodies at Coachella.
Exploring my new ‘hood is no small task. But thankfully I have some foodie-friends who are up for the challenge. Market Table - located on charming Carmine Street, isn’t anything new, or particularly special for that matter. At first glance, its an open, casual dining space with floor-to-ceiling windows and amber lighting. But these are all the fixings of a true neighborhood spot. The exposed brick, candlelit tables and approachable vibe make it a perfect first-date place; the varied, warm yet creative menu (and wine list) make it a place you’ll keep coming back to. Test drive the dory – really, it’s delish for fish.
If you know anything about me, you know that my love for Ramen runs deep and true. So when @MNipon shared the news of a Ramen class with none other than Master Hiroko Shimbo, I was sold. Ramen chefs are pretty much perfectionists, and like me, they take their ramen seriously. With thousands of years of recipes and ingredients, it was time for me to take it back to tradition. Author, blogger and Chef-extraordinaire Shimbo led us down a fast 5-hour course of cooking two popular styles (shoyu and miso) and all the details that go with it- yes, I rolled that fatty pork (Rabbi, forgive me). At the end, grab your glass of wine, plate of dumplings and start-a-slurping. “In every bowl of noodle soup there is a drama.”- Hiroko Shimbo… Aka the story of my life.
It’s too bad I moved out of the ‘hill, because Riff Raff’s, a new underground club/bar is just what the neighborhood ordered. Part tiki-bar (think lais, Hawaiian woods, fruity cocktails), part club (live music, free-flowing tequilla, girls on tables) and part, well, I’m not sure, Riff Raff stands out a place to keep warm in the cold. Hunker down with the neon tiger over the door, or the sexy (truthfully, they are) waitresses applying face paint or the punch bowl of booze.
When we do it, we do it big… so it’s no surprise that my loud-mouth and Cowboy boot-clad feet fit right in the Lonestar State. From BIG barbeque to a BIG Jetsetter Holiday bash… From Texas to the Tri-State, from start to finish… ready, steady, go!
Located near swank shops and Houston’s art-gallery scene, the Hotel Derek is designed to feel like a superhip home, with 60s-style settees, English wingback chairs and cowhide rugs. The hotel works on the assumption that its guests have the same qualities as the fictional host, Derek: worldliness, a sense of humor and an eye for beauty.
From D.C to Kaskade & me, here’s a weekend full of home-grown, all-naturale, organic beats and eats. My weekend recap, from start to finish…. Ready, steady go!
Travel. Fly - On-Air. Train. Thursday. All Day.
So I flew to Washington DC on Thursday morning to appear on Let’s Talk Live… let’s just say I learned few lessons.
1. The @US Airways Shuttle? Umm, not so much. After 3 hours of delays and runway resting, I realized there’s only one good thing about this so-called shuttle: the variety and plethora of business men, curiously pondering why I’m on the 6 a.m to DC. Oh good mornin’….
From ThanksGiving to DanceGiving here’s a holiday weekend in two parts. And man am I thankful for both…. Grandmothers kisses, Mom’s secret recipes, Aoki’s new single, @Austyntatious snapshots and killer calorie burning, an inspired ready, steady, go!
Thanksgiving. Miami. Thursday. All Day.
Tradition is as follows: every member of the family picks and cooks (or pretends to cook) one dish, and every member of the family must wear clothing that resembles pajamas. Throw in some iPad speeches, a few I’m thankful for’s, a bowl of blackberry’s and serious grub love and you’ve got yourself a Weiner family holiday.
I’m thankful to be a Weiner, for reals. @amandaweiner @Austyntatiouss
1 recipe per person… its currently a mad house here RT @charynpfeuffer: Q7. Favorite Thanksgiving/Holiday tradition? #TNI 25 Nov
@DanceGiving Music Festival. Ft. Lauderdale. Friday. All Night.
Oh boys of Dayglow, how you disappointed me once (I’m talking to you Paul Campbell)… you left me roaming the streets of NYC, on a Saturday night, in waterproof attire. But this holiday weekend the party boys made up for it with DanceGiving, a new event to tack on to tradition. What’s there to be thankful for? 3 Stages. An off-the-path location (oh hey Ft. Lauderdale) and 16 hours of calorie blasting beats, brought to you by @Steve Aoki, @LA Riots, @Cedric Gervais, @Wolfgang Gartner and @Robbie Rivera, to name a few. If you don’t believe me, just ask the thousands of fans who danced till dawn. Seriously, just ask them.
We came, we saw, we drove…. what’s better than some grits and gear shifting? Here’s Atlanta by @Pattymayo116 and me, in 36 hours.
Weekend recap from start to finish… go!
GO. Atlanta, Georgia. Saturday. 8 am.
Step 1: Book a flight on Tuesday, for Saturday morning. Step 2: Find a friend who is crazy (and incredible) enough to book it with you. Step 3: Do not, I repeat, do not sleep through your alarm and miss your flight. Step 4: Board the 8 am to Atlanta via American Airlines (I know, sorry Delta) Step 5: Splurge on a ‘stang… the convertible is worth the coin.
I’m a simple gal, and @Pattymayo116 knows how to make me smile… breakfast. Any day, all day, no matter where we are, it’s by far my favorite way to get a taste of a place. Enter Flying Biscuit. Situated on a shop-filled-block in Candler Park, Flying Biscuit is a college-coeds dream come true: whole wheat biscuits, organic oatmeal pancakes with peach compote, a hippie vibe and southern smiles.
@Jetsetter, I’d only wear a crown for you…. let alone the crown of a cheesy port city pageant girl. Oh yeah, you heard me…. a pageant girl. But there’s one thing that wasn’t up for debate on Thursday, and that was Gilt Groupe ability to throw an amazing party. Fuerza Bruta was the perfect spot to start the spooky weekend off… clearly we had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time.
Ok so no I wasn’t at the Regatta. Or the University of Michigan. But you know what, here’s how I passed the time in NYC. And I think that you’re the one who missed out. My weekend recap, from start to finish…. go!
Drinks. Collective. Friday. 11 PM.
I rarely touch on drinking dens in the Meatpacking and for good reason: they come and go like an old, fickle friend (the one that shows up every year just in time to pop bottles on your birthday) ; they can be dangerous (some genius out there is making a documentary called “Heels & The Meatpacking: A Life Long Battle”) and it’s truly not open to everyone (Alex, door man extraordinaire, why do you pretend like you haven’t known me since I was 15!? You’ve actually emailed me - personally - twice). But the Collective, the new joint brought to you by the STK & Bagatelle peeps, says no to the notions of West Side elitism. You won’t find a bottle-only policy here; instead you’ll find pop-art made by Craiglist connoisseurs (think legos in the brick walls and chairs made of street signs) and an open-late menu (the Harlem = chicken and waffles). But let me be clear: this new ‘tude still comes with one heavy line. Just say B.Neuman at the door, you’ll tots be taken care of.
The new Andaz on Fifth Avenue has a lot of things going for it – a unique location across from the New York Public Library, a mod-Asian design and a delicious… I’ll say it again… delicious new restaurant. Casual yet refined, The Shop features an open kitchen and dining room with a communal table, perfect for when the entire family comes into town. It’s open for lunch and dinner; but the breakfast had me sold with Avocado on Brioche and a dash of Cayenne pepper. Not to mention that Chef Roberto Alicea uses all local ingredients... there’s Pastami from Katz’s, coffee from Blue Bottle and even some Sullivan Street Bakery sweets.Sounds too good to be true… and tasted so too.
There are very few things that I hold sacred but for some reason the Manhattan Vintage Show is one of them. Since I moved to NY, this day marks the beginning of a new season: the temperature drops, I donned my vintage best and head out to Metropolitan Pavilion for nothing short of entertainment. As Lynn Yaeger from the Village Voice puts it: “To fully appreciate the lavish scope (and plunder potential) of the last 100 years or so in fashion, world-famous createures visit this traveling vintage-clothes road show that alights now and again in Manhattan.” This year, I dragged Pattymayo116 with me - it was a successful event to put it mildly.
! Ready, steady… go. It’s the Zoo, Day Two with dirt covered faces, cult-like crowds, sister-backstage-sneaking, professional tent hopping and killer crowd surfing.
2 days. 24 hours. 26 acres. 50,000 fans. 67 DJ’s, producers and live acts. 20 stops. 3 cameras. 1 life altering stage dive. Well hello to you, Electric Zoo.
The 12-hour, two-day festival showcased an eclectic mix of some of the world’s best electronic dance music, house, trance, techno, dub-step and more. Across 26 acres with four different stages, indie music mavens, cat suit-clad ravers, Shore-like fist pumpers, true House lovers and festival first-timers grooved as one.
Sustenance Stop. Saturday. 12:30 PM.
With around 10 hours of animalistic dancing ahead of me, getting some grub was in order. Luckily, Electric Zoo had some tasty trucks on tap. @Miss Softee offered an electric cone full of fan favorite pop-rocks, while the super cute Peter Leeuwan scooped cinnamon ice cream himself, simply to see what all the fuss was about. Don’t be a fool, food is fuel.
