Last night, I attended an IN New York and Where event at Lucky Cheng’s—the famous drag queen cabaret restaurant, which recently moved from it’s longstanding home in the East Village to a new spot in Midtown Manhattan’s Theatre District. Years ago I visited the downtown location and it was awesome but a bit cramped, so I second owner Hayne Suthon’s decision to move on up the island
Whenever I’m in the mood to enjoy happy hour specials, I head to Pranna, my go-to spot for reasonably priced drinks and savory snacks. On my first visit, I was quite surprised by the space: It’s technically in the same building as my job, and for a Flatiron District eatery, I expected a cozy, intimate setting. But, once I entered the spot, I was surprised to see that it is quite large.
Yesterday afternoon, I took a tour of Times Scare—a haunted destination in Midtown that’s open all year. The spooky vibe begins once you set foot in the space: The entrance looks like an old cathedral, including a re-imagined Sistine Chapel ceiling, with Adam as a half skeleton and God surrounded by skulls.
Sirio Ristorante New York, named after legendary restaurateur Sirio Maccioni, opens today at The Pierre, A Taj Hotel, New York. The History One of Manhattan’s most beloved restaurateurs, Sirio Maccioni, has been a leading fixture in the New York hospitality game for nearly 50 years—evening helping to the launch the careers of household names, including chefs Daniel Boulud and Jacques Torres.
Yesterday afternoon, I took a tour of Holiday House—an Upper East Side mansion that transforms into a holiday-themed designer showhouse every fall. This year, 27 designers were given the task to thoughtfully design each of the many rooms—picking a theme for each space.
Last week, I traveled to the Lower East Side with a friend to see a band, Their Planes Will Block Out the Sun, play at Leftfield NYC. I don’t find myself in this area too often, so I was presently surprised when we didn’t find ourselves totally lost while looking for the venue—it’s near Delancey St., the neighborhood’s main thoroughfare.
In all the time I’ve lived in Upper Manhattan, I’ve wanted to go to a Columbia Lions football game at their 218th Street stadium, but never remembered when football season came around. This year, I made it a point to go and was glad I did. The game I attended, against the Fordham Rams, started at noon, but most fans got to the area over an hour earlier to start tailgating.
On Monday night, I was invited to eat at Barrio 47, an intimate West Village eatery specializing in wood-fired, Mediterranean cuisine and creative cocktails—crafted with house infused spirits. This has been a particularly rainy week, and Monday was no exception. Although I found myself walking, in the rain, in the wrong direction to the restaurant, once I finally got my bearings and found the place—ironically it is very close to the subway station—I instantly forgot about my soggy adventure.
Have you ever heard people try to chalk up someone’s personality to birth order? Like being firstborn, middle child, last-born or the only child instantly explains our behaviors? I mean, people have actually written books on this. I don’t really subscribe to that sort of thing, but I will say, as the firstborn, I like to brag about my younger brother’s accomplishments—almost like a parent.