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Behold Jane’s Sweet Buns, a boozy little bakeshop from the folks at Death & Co. that’s serving as ground zero for cocktail-inspired confections, now open.
Think of this as that rarest of opportunities to have your cake (or sticky bun/cobbler pie/savory tartlet) and drink it, too. Because the key ingredient in every pastry here… cinnamon. Kidding, it’s alcohol. See, the joint’s fiery-haired proprietress, Jane Danger (apparently, Danger’s not her middle name), used to keep bar at spots like Cienfuegos before trading in her muddler for a rolling pin. Hence: butter-brushed Old Fashioned buns with bourbon, pecans, caramel and Angostura bitters. Like a bar, the place is open late-ish (last call is midnight on Friday and Saturday). Unlike a bar: it looks like a set from Easy-Bake Oven: The Musical. Still, you’re not one to let some hot-pink aprons and strawberry-striped walls keep you from finding a new suitable way to incorporate rum into your breakfast. Spreading it on your toast was proving to be impossible.
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The closing of Water Taxi Beach left Manhattan residents few proximate options for beachy fun, meaning anyone who wanted to play in the sand would likely just be told to go pound some. Thankfully, Beekman Beer Garden Beach Club has moved into WT’s shuttered Seaport spot, and’s fleshing out a beach-meets-beer-garden concept via a number of distinct, Voltron-esque components, none of which are hopefully the whiny green lion dude. Expect the unexpected, or see below:
- 6000sqft of beach area with the same awesome BK Bridge views, but seating options expanded to include chaises, hammocks, and “glowing” lounge chairs, so you won’t be the only thing on them that’s bulb-ous
- Foosball, ping-pong, two outdoor pool tables, and even one of those hilarious life-size chess sets
- Pretzel-bunned German brats and spicy cheddarwursts to complement La Frieda burgers, lobster/crab rolls, and fish & chips, also the name of a failed pilot where Dan Marino and Erik Estrada went deep…on crime!
- Plentiful craft brews, wine, and cocktails slung from two mammoth bars made of driftwood, though the waves here will hopefully just catch the bartender’s attention
- A beach-adjacent stage for live music, including a free indie rock series on Sunday afternoons
For private parties, the joint can be partitioned to three separate spaces with different entrances, and the whole shebang’ll be running until 3a, a time of night at which most people will pound just about anything.
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It’s not easy leading a double life.
You’re constantly contending with femme fatales. Double crosses. Triple crosses. And the risk of misplacing your fedora.
But at least now you can close the case on one long-running mystery.
Where to find a proper nightcap.
Welcome to Mister H, a very real ’30s-style Shanghai speakeasy—run by the Bungalow 8 crew—that caters to dangerous dames, hard-boiled detectives and one professional go-go dancer, soft-open now in the Mondrian SoHo.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, this would be the one Bogart would’ve gone to for his midnight gimlet. A red-light district/opium den with walls of distressed damask, floors of checkered jade and gold, taxidermied birds and (despite what the expertly staffed stripper pole would imply) a bright-red neon sign reminding patrons that this is not a brothel.
Order a scorpion bowl (that most ancient of Chinese secrets), head through a curtain of chains and enter into a back room with crimson velour beds, antique mirrors and a red phone perched at each bedside. The phones connect randomly to other beds, so should you find yourself making eyes with a raven-haired hellcat from across the room, just pick up your receiver and hope it’s her.
If not, say hi to Bill.
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| Mister H at the Mondrian SoHo 9 Crosby St New York, NY 10013 212-389-1000 official website |
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Before you start reading, there’s something you should know.
Tomorrow, none of this may make any sense. And there’s a perfectly good reason for that. Allow us to explain The Mulberry Project, a tucked-away subterranean secret base where a collection of nightlife all-stars (with Boom Boom Room, RdV, Surf Lodge, GoldBar, Bagatelle and Milk & Honey cred) is reinventing their cocktails, menu and decor on a daily basis, open now. It’s essential that you don’t become too attached to anything here. What was once a blank wall is now a graffiti mural. Where once was a snow-covered outdoor patio may one day be a film-screening “cocktailgarten.” And what constituted a gin gimlet last night may be completely unrecognizable today. It’s the kind of place where you’ll mingle with industry insiders and help revolutionize the margarita over some Rum and Cola Cheesecake. The space: tiny and cave-like. The loungey nooks: appropriately dark. And the cocktail napkins: scribbled with formulas for the world’s first “mai martini.” You see, imbibing here is of the omakase variety. At your disposal: a revolving menu of locally sourced ingredients (tonight: baby watermelon, dragon fruit and house-sautéed blueberries). Once you’ve chosen wisely, you and the bartender will form a collaborative partnership. The kind of LLC that’ll either end in the greatest bespoke cocktail of all time, or the two of you splitting up over strawberry puree creative differences. Which is also the reason we’re still waiting for Ghostbusters 3. |
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The Mulberry Project, open now, 646-448-4536, see the menu and the slideshow
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