In the Rolling Stones’ classic "Paint It Black," Mick Jagger sees a red door and he wants it painted black. This is the attitude the luscious Devorah Rose is bringing to Valentine’s Day. The Anti-Valentine’s Day Massacre features a Priscilla Jade Lingerie Fashion Show and will benefit the Seven Star Animal Sanctuary. The invite welcomes homewreckers, serial daters, bad boyfriends, the "other women," and that sort. There are DJs and videos and even psychic medium Jesse Bravo. It starts at 9pm at Lucky Strike Lanes. In the end, it is all about Devorah Rose…always the center of attention and always with good reason. If I were 20 years younger and her IQ 20 points lower, I’d make moves. I caught up with the face and body of Pricsilla Jade Lingerie and got personal.
WEDNESDAY: Dinners With Benefits
Andrew Tarlow’s Nouveau American hit Reynard is bringing more star power to the house. Starting this Wednesday, food and wine friends will be staying over (there’s the whole Wythe Hotel attached to the restaurant after all) to pitch in on fine dining in an event known as "Dinner With Friends." This week’s collaborative dinner sees chef Chris Fischer of Martha’s Vineyard joining forces with Andrew Mariani of Sonoma’s Scribe Winery. Lobster and bone marrow, anyone?
Dinner With Friends at the Wythe Hotel launches Wednesday night at Reynard (80 Wythe Ave., Williamsburg). Meals are $125 and include wine pairings, with seatings this week on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights. To learn more about the restaurant, check out the listing at BlackBook Guides.
TUESDAY: DIY DJ
If you’ve got the itch to scratch, get yourself down to Lucky Strike Lanes for a Tuesday night throwdown. Competitors will be picked at random for pointers from Scratch DJ Academy, followed by judging from turntable pros. Bulldog will be pouring free gin.
Check-in for the contest is between 7pm and 8pm tomorrow night at Lucky Strike (624-660 W. 42nd St., Midtown West). To learn more about the bowling alley, check out the listing at BlackBook Guides.
SUNDAY: Sports Haven
The Sanctuary Hotel celebrates Super Bowl Sunday by kicking off their new sports lair: Sanctuary Ultra Lounge. Sibling spot HAVEN hosts a tailgate on the roof. Russian Standard models (and vodka) accompany the game downstairs.
Sanctuary Ultra Lounge (132 W. 47th St., Midtown West) opens Sunday, February 3rd. To learn more about the bar, check out the listing at BlackBook Guides.
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For many, the summer means long romantic walks on the beach, working on tans, and romance under the stars. For me, it’s long walks on hot concrete sidewalks looking for furniture and fixtures for places opening in the Fall. It’s getting a tan as I lean against scaffolding while sipping a coconut water, escaping a 100-degree job site. It’s summer in the city with my constant companion, a fly swatter, as the only creatures that want to sleep with me are mosquitoes. It’s even too hot for baseball, and although I tried to get into it, I find soccer—or whatever they call it—to be a colossal bore, punctuated with moments of extreme excitement. It’s exactly like my second marriage. I rushed home for the 4th as I was invited by my friend Matt DeMatt to view the fireworks at Lucky Strike Lanes. Alas, traffic and obligations wouldn’t allow me to get there. I viewed the rockets’ red glare at Greg Brier’s Highbar. I love the Highbar crew: Greg, Holly Roberts, and the staff have seen me through the best and worst of times. DJ Tommy James played an incredible set of Independence Day themed music in sync with the explosions. It was surreal and sublime.
Tomorrow night I will be co-hosting Matt DeMatt’s birthday soiree over at Lucky Strike. I used to bowl fairly often—I was good at it. I bowled a 253 one Sunday afternoon, had my own ball and everything. Back in the day, when I worked on that Club Camel program, we sponsored club leagues on Monday nights over at Bowlmor on University Place. We brought in DJs and celebrities. Clubs bowled against each other with shirts advertising their joint’s name on it. It was pitchers of beer, french fries—good ol’ American fun. It was also nothing new, as some club god of a previous generation had done it in the early 80’s. Matt took it to another level with Nightstrike in the mid nineties, which still reigns at Bowlmor.
Club people are restless. They are looking for something more than the whole “model drops the bottle and then we throw napkins in the air” shtick. The fall will bring change to nightlife, as operators looking for competitive edges will surely make changes. The long-legged doll with the sparkler in the champagne bottle will no longer be confused with real fireworks—real pizzazz. The music must morph, as there’s certainly new stuff out there. Owners must push the envelop musically, and embrace new sounds, as only a few joints are pushing anything but the scripted sounds of handsome lads that “play” a DJ, rather than get a day job. Entertainment may be in order: the experience must grow. While bowling certainly isn’t anything new, it certainly is fun, and fun is what I believe the people will be looking for, come fall. The Box led the way, and it’s contribution cannot be underestimated, but it’s act eventually seemed desperate or forced after awhile, as it didn’t progress to a level above the shock-schtick. Still, it was new and it was embraced. It got an “A” and a “$” for effort. It still delivers, and I believe it provided a glimpse of a future where club entertainment moves beyond the Serrato, the napkins, and the sparklers.
What is happening at Lucky Strike for your Birthday, Matt DeMatt? Every year I think about not doing my birthday party, and then I start getting phone calls in May that makes me realize my party is not only for me, it’s really an event where all the nightclub owners, employees, hoteliers, and restaurant people want to go, so they can have an enjoyable place to see each other, tell stories, and relax. It makes us all feel good about what we do for a living. Last year I had my birthday at Gaslight and it was a collage of old and new friends. This year I have teamed up with Lucky Strike to create a very different kind of event. I have felt for quite some time that clubs in the city have taken on a Starbucks mentality. As a result, I enlisted some great talent from the 70’s and 80’s, through today, as well as some unique talent like magicians, burlesque acts, and dancers to create an event reminiscent of Studio 54, mixed with a carnival-like atmosphere. Dean Winters will be hosting and Mark Kamins, Freddy Bastone, and Eddie Baez will be DJing, as well as some up-and-coming DJs. Gerardo Velez, 7-time Grammy nominated percussionist who played with Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock and collaborated with David Bowie, Sir Elton John, and many others, will be playing percussion alongside the DJs. Melle Mel and Randy Jones will each be performing a medley of their hits throughout the night. A video montage will be shown with over a 100 pictures of the friends, celebrities, and good times I have had in my life.
What is your role with Lucky Strike, and how will you change what’s going on there? Lucky Strike is a beautiful and unique venue that I really feel will be able to give people a lot of things to break up the monotony of the club business. The staff is young and fun, the management is talented and there to help. I was contacted by the owner, Ethan Hunt, to try and do something new. He was aware of the fact that I had named and started Night Strike at Bowlmor Lanes in the 90’s, and that is still going on today. Every Wednesday, we will be bringing in special DJs, acts, events, charities, as well as theme nights. The basic science is to give people an affordable night, where the norm is not the norm. We start with $15 bowling all night, as opposed to $10 per game, and pool table discounts, great music, in an upscale nightclub atmosphere, with reasonably priced food and drink.
What else are you working on? I am working on bringing a theme night event to Atlantic City with Harrah’s and Caesar’s. I am collaborating with Dr. Nick Kardaras, former owner of Mr. Fuji’s Tropicana, in writing a treatment about two guys from Queens that get drawn into the nightclub business. The story line will reveal interesting characters, true-to-life events, and life-lessons learned. I am an investor in Wodka, a triple distilled vodka. I had hoped to be a fabulous salesperson for them when I made the investment a year ago, however my back injury has kept me from that. As a result, my partners, James Dale and Shu deJong, use me as an “ambassador” when needed. They have been wonderful in keeping me involved, despite my back problems. I am Co-producing a Theatrical Concert with Gerardo Velez, entitled Woodstock–You Should Have Been There. My Uncle Neal, who founded Scunci, always told me he would not come out of retirement unless there was a billion-dollar opportunity. He has found a very unique and patent-pending advertising tool that I have also invested in. The product is an interactive advertising mirror that displays any message or brand until it is engaged by the consumer which triggers the image to instantly convert to a traditional mirror. My partners and I at Gaslight, G2, and Gaslight Pizzeria, are looking to expand upon the Gaslight name with additional locations in the near future. I have formed my own company, The DeMatt Group. We help start up or in-need restaurants, clubs, etc., with everything from menus, to traffic flow, to back office setup. We provide cutting-edge designers, industry expediters, marketing expertise, and additional tools needed to be a success. I believe you follow your dreams and help people and (Karma says) money will follow. I have great relationships and respect from people I have worked with in my industry, and will use those lessons learned to help people help themselves.
You’ve been around for eons. What were the best of times and what can be done to bring them back—or are the ‘best of times’ really here now, for a younger generation? I want to bring back club courtesy, and make everything I do in night life friendly. The night life scene has never been more ready to get some new infusion of ideas and energy—the baby boom is in full swing! Not people trying to push bottle service while sacrificing the crowd and any chance of fun. Your designs, for example, have given club owners the ability to have a unique quality product, but if they prostitute the crowd so that anyone who buys a bottle gets in, and the others who get in are promoters who get everything for free, why do it? There is no creativity. We need to incorporate great lighting for movement, good music, and excellent service with a nice blend of people. The nightlife is here for all generations and the best of times are ahead of us.
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The night was to begin at a bowling alley and end at a bowling alley. I had it all planned out. I had a bevy of beauties including my ex, my girlfriend, a client, and some good friends—all in town from someplace else—and it was my job to entertain them. Most of my entourage avoided my DJ set at Lucky Strike Lanes. They missed a good party. It was so much fun, as birthday boy Noel Ashman turned it out. The place was packed with an adult crowd of mixed origins. People were partying and laughing and meeting each other. There is something relaxing about a bowling alley. It’s as American as apple pie, a Chevrolet, or baseball, and it was a much needed oasis from all of the World Cup hoopla. As pins shattered, the gals were jumping up and down and squealing, and the guys were pumping their fists and bellowing macho belches. You can play anything at a bowling alley, as the strikes and spares are the real heroes. I finished my set and turned the DJing over to the more capable Jamie Biden, and chatted up Grandmaster Flash and his crew. Matt de Matt, whose pushing the place to the public, loved the turnout. We talked about his upcoming birthday bash, and a thousand other things he is up to. A pretty actress asked me if I was going to the Hamptons anytime soon, to which I replied “I never go.” She then offered, “How about Hyannis Port? I’m friends with the Kennedys.” I left in a hurry. I didn’t pass go and I didn’t collect my $200. I headed to subMercer for its closing party, but wondered if the Kennedy Fried Chicken in Stuyvesant Town was open late.
SubMercer closed for the summer after last night’s festivities. Only a couple blocks from my humble home, which no Kennedy has ever visited, it’s my regular stop at the end of my evenings out. I live for the gal in charge, Gabby Meija. She always greets me with that special, warm smile reserved for drunks and bad little kids who get caught. She asks me if I want “my usual”—iced water in a tall glass—and greets my entourage with an affection common only to family dogs, or strippers. She introduces me to the most important people and tells them, “Steve Lewis is a legend.” Every time someone says something like that, I check my pulse. I headed for the door partly for fear of being introduced to some stray Kennedy, but mostly to hang with door gurus Moses and Richard Alvarez. I also live for Richard Alvarez. We go off on each other big time, in a language that few can understand. It’s a sort of pig latin laced with shade: chatter about getting laid, paid, or how some poor fool just doesn’t make the grade. He will now be moving his dog-and-pony show to the door of Boom Boom Room, or Bon Bon, the 18th Floor, Top of the Standard—or whatever they call it—for the duration of the summer. The new room at the Standard makes the undeniable more undeniable, and I will be found there as often as they will have me.
My crew hopped, skipped, and jumped over to Kenmare, where DJ Todd played basically the same set I offered at the bowling alley. That clever devil actually mixed one song into the next, and I must admit, that does make the old tracks more desirable. Proprietor, bon vivant, and all around good guy Paul Sevigny talked about the state of his art. I loved everything about Kenmare. It was a super-fun crowd. My crew had actually eaten there earlier and raved about it. Kenmare will be my new last stop. I asked Paul if he ever got to Hyannis Port and he looked at me like I had Kennedy Fried Chicken stuck in my teeth
I used to tell a great joke called ‘The Penguin Joke.’ Once, at a club that I operated, a DJ pal of mine, Walter Vee, asked me to tell it to this beautiful blond that was at the bar with him. I went into my dog-and-pony-show schtick and told it. She loved it and said, “You must tell it to my boyfriend,” and dragged some hunk over. He shook my hand and introduced himself as John. I started to tell my joke. Then it hit me: John was John F. Kennedy Jr., and the beautiful blonde was his girlfriend, Daryl Hannah. I blew the punch line, and looked like a fool, as I remembered the saluting child with his father’s flag-drapped coffin passing into legend. Six months later, the couple were waiting in line to check their coats at the Palladium, where I was selling booze to the beautiful. I helped them cut the line, and they were polite and perfect. It was the only time I ever checked a coat for a customer. I live around the corner from Old Saint Patrick’s, where John John got hitched to another perfect blond, and I never forget to tell visiting friends about that. It’s strange how I’ll use the Kennedy brand to enhance the tale of this ancient church.
I tried to end my night at another bowling alley, Bowlmor Lanes. It was the Gay Pride Carnival party from the legendary Amanda Lepore and Kenny Kenny. I was told it was great fun, but probably over since it was 3am by some of my friends at Kenmare who had just come from there. The fact that these 2 places have overlap is encouraging. For nearly a decade, only very few joints mix the gays and the straights, the rich and the not so rich, the fashionistas with the hipster schlubs. SubMercer does it, so does Kenmare, and so does the Boom Boom Room. Maybe that’s why I feel so warm and fuzzy at these places—and they said it couldn’t be done.
Photo: Patrick McMullan
“One usually has to go to a bowling alley to meet a woman of your stature.” I’ve used that line from the movie Arthur too many times and on too many dames. Surprisingly, it always delivers a laugh, and getting them to laugh at me was always most of my rap. Without good looks, cash, or savoir faire, I had to go for the belly buster to get a date. Tonight I will be in a bowling alley, Lucky Strike Lanes, DJing from 10-11 for Noel Ashman’s birthday gala. Don’t panic, there will be real DJs on hand, including Damon Dash Jr. and a man whose rap is, he just about invented it: Grandmaster Flash. Now purists will speak of Kool Herc, or Grandmaster Flowers as the “for real” innovators, but for me it was Flash who showed the world what could be done. He may not have invented scratching, looping, mixing, and all the tricks, but he was one of the earliest pioneers of the techniques. Flash DJed for me over the years holding down, I think it was Friday nights, for eons. He gave life to the main room at Life. Watching him work up close was always a thrill. He has great hands and instincts and an obsessive drive to give the crowd a good time. I hope he comes early to catch my set and laugh at me. (No homo).
A matter that is not so funny is the closing of the restaurant Beba on Spring street. After 2 months of floundering around, with bad service, and mediocre flounder the disagreeable pack that ran the joint finally agreed on one thing: to cut their loses and move on. Places are unsuccessful for many reasons, but rarely has one place featured so many. Undercapitalized from the start, the team (or should it be described as a herd) of owners spent most days just trying to get out of each other’s way. I know a lot about the place, as my firm designed it. Despite our protestations and pleas, the place was never allowed to look the way we envisioned it, as other opinions often got in the way. The result was a place that had many nice elements that often didn’t compliment each other. The food was never consistent. In tasting after tasting, objections were made but fell on deaf—and very dumb—ears. The place never embraced the neighborhood by hiring locals, and never bothered to try to understand the Soho crowd and its desires. I disliked my experience working with the operators so much that I had refused to walk down Spring Street since mid-May. The biggest problem was the arrogance. The arrogance that told them that their way was the only way. The arrogance that didn’t allow failure to be a consideration. The arrogance that mediocre service, mediocre mentality, and an uninspired menu from uptown, could work without adjustment on Spring Street. I got involved as a favor to my friends Chris Willard and Richie Romero, who were 2 of the countless partners. They got hurt because there is nothing worse in hospitality than having partners that you really can’t work with.
The good operators worry about every detail and relish insight from other professionals and colleagues. The other day I had a half-hour conversation with Noah Tepperberg, who is preparing Lavo for its opening. Even though this man’s track record is unblemished, he still seeks advice and opinions. Beba suffered a fast demise, and deservedly so. Some will say the space is cursed, as Beba was built on the bones of the ill fated F.R.O.G. There is nothing wrong with the space. It’s location near Balthazar, La Esquina, Café Select, and a dozen more highly successful places, is fine. Shoppers are everywhere. The locals eat out nearly every night. Someone should grab this joint and make a go of it.
A working weekend kept me hot, bothered, and a little short on steam. But I was able to attend the Carrera Sunglasses party on the fabulous roof at 505 West 37th Street. The roof—some 40 stories over the Javits Center, train yards, and the Port Authority Bus complex—is so high that it made those places seem romantic. A pal asked me what that place across the Hudson River was, and I replied “America.” New York did seem far away from America this week, with the World Cup bringing so many accented tourists to the haunts I hang in. The Carrera event had a slew of downtown types who followed GoldBar honcho John Lennon and downtown PR flack Dana Dynamite uptown. I chatted up a very nice Whitney Port, who I was told is in that show The City. Watermelon, cold cans of Café Bustelo, and clear views of places I rarely want to see up close kept me happy for hours. I visited an apartment downstairs where they hid the swag, and I was told that the one bedroom with those views goes for $2200 a month. Almost cheap enough to forget the $15 cab fare to anyplace I’d like to be. Still, I think there will lots of fabulous events at this sweet spot.
An expensive yellow limo returned me to downtown where I belong, at the behest of Fuse Gallery/Lit bigwig Erik Foss. I attended the art opening The Hole Presents Not Quite Open for Business, “A conceptual group show of unfinished art, unfinished poems and unfinished symphonies.” When Jeffrey Deitch split to be the director of MOCA in L.A., it left the presenters confused as to what to do next. Some funding problems and an artist not quite ready to show was turned into a positive thing, as artists were asked to show their work in the stage it was in, a caught-with-your-pant-down approach to curating. The result is a fun, thought provoking, and unpretentious good time. I joined Erik Foss over at Lucky Strike and watched him have a snack. Erik is just back from Mexico City where he brought his Draw show. I hadn’t been to Lucky Strike in a long time. A friend of mine who used to work there was killed in his apartment many years ago, and it stirred up bad memories.
Mike “Seal” used to be my head of security over at Life, and his untimely death under mysterious circumstances made me wonder. When you go out to eat or play, you don’t necessarily need to be reminded of sad things. Lucky Strike wowed them back in 1989 when it first opened. Like all Keith McNally joints, it has an energizer bunny type of energy and the basic bones to last forever. The service, the staff, the design, and the fare are timeless and I felt good to be back. I still visit Pravda, Odeon, Pastis, and Balthazar from time to time, and his other entries Minetta Tavern, Morandi, and Schillers are magnificent machines. I am currently building in his old Nells space, trying to create something worthy of its lore. Pulino’s opened in my hood a little bit ago and although it wasn’t reviewed well by one prominent critic, the crowds have voted it a winner.
I will be DJing at the other Lucky Strike, the bowling alley and lounge on far West 42nd Street. The occasion is the birthday bash for Noel Ashman, who was at one point the operator of the Nells space when it was Plumm and NA. The invite reads “National Academy of Television, Arts and Scienes… Emmy Awards along with…” And it goes on to list Chris Noth, Patrick McMullan, Damon Dash, and a slew of others. Grandmaster Flash, Jamie Biden, Ethan Browne, and DJ Reach will join me on the wheels of steel. In the left corner is the logo for adult entertainment company Wicked. There’s hosts like Richie Romero, Brandon Marcel and Matt de Matt listed as well. Every time I write about Noel, a slew of haters come out of their holes and hovels to spew dirt. I am always asked why do I write about him. Noel has made a ton of omelets over the years and I guess in the process has broken his share of eggs. I personally have never had a bad experience with him and the naysayers are always of the suspicious variety. The diversity of the people on this invite and the crowds that will attend speak well of him. I am always asked why do I write about him. The answer is short and sweet. He’s my friend.
Here at BlackBook, we pay a lot of attention to where cool customers go out — bars, clubs, restaurants, shops, hotels, you name it. So why not flip the frame and let you see where we go out? Here’s a periodically updated, exhaustive list of hotspots currently favored by everyone at BlackBook, from the mighty bosses down to the humble interns, from the charming local lounges around the corner to the jet-setting temples of luxe living.
EDITORIAL ● Editorial Director/Editor-in-Chief – Ray Rogers, Café Mogador (NYC) – Hummus, crack-caliber coffee, and outdoor patio for primo people-judging and “novel writing.” ● Creative Director – Jason Daniels, Babettes (East Hampton) – Don’t let the word “organic” turn you off . ● Executive Editor – Chris Mohney, Pegu Club (NYC) – OCD cocktail heaven. Pith helmet and ivory cane optional. ● Senior Editor – Nick Haramis, The Jane Hotel and Ballroom (NYC) – Latest smash from Sean MacPherson and Eric Goode gets all Edwardian on the WVill.
● Editor-at-Large – James Servin, The Raleigh (Miami) – The local equivalent of LA’s Chateau Marmont. ● Staff Writer – Ryan Adams, Republic (NYC) – Minimalist fave and only vaguely communist, which is more fun than the full-bore thing. ● Writer-at-Large – Alison Powell, Wurstküche (LA) – Hey, sausages! Downtown hipsters with a secret inner-manly-man are pleased. ● West Coast Editor – Matt Diehl, Cole’s (LA) – The 100-year-old buffet-style cafeteria comes back as something new (but the French dip stays). ● Nightlife Correspondent – Steve Lewis, La Esquina (NYC) – Day and night, eating, meeting and playing. ● Paris Correspondent – Dana Thomas, Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Hotel (Paris) – Posh sips & historic ambiance at the Ritz. ● Assistant Editors – Ben Barna, Tokyo (Montreal) – Buy one for the buff bartender while you’re at it—he’s a starving actor. Cayte Grieve – Café Asean (NYC) Foster Ethan Kamer – La Superior (NYC) – Quite possibly the best little taqueria this side of town. ● Editorial Assistant – Eiseley Tauginas, Alta (NYC) – Alta, as in “high,” as in “haute,” at this sexy Village tapas spot. ● Copy Editor – Michèle Filon, Sripraphai (NYC) ● Editorial Interns – Annie Clinton Moto (NYC) – High-flavor food with dungeon loos. Sure, Moto’s for metros, but it’s hot anyway. Delia Paunescu Schiller’s Liquor Bar (NYC) – McNally’s successful entrée into the LES mess. Desiree Pais, Lit (NYC) – Rock bar du jour for hos and bros of the ain’t we the shit? set. Alexandra Vickers, Colette (Paris) – Art, style, music, sex and water.
ART ● Art Director – Amy Steinhauser, Five Leaves (NYC) – Café posthumously funded by Heath Ledger does justice to the work and hype put into it. ● Photography Assistant – Stephanie Swanicke, Brandy Library (NYC) – Highbrow mixology, let us know when it’s time to dust off the antique bottles on the upper shelf. ● Design/Photo Interns – Angela Chen, Dinosaur BBQ (NYC) – Roadhouse bringing southerners to Northern Manhattan. Krista Quick – Ottobar (Baltimore) – What can we say, this place rocks.Jeremy Jones – Tokyo Bar, (NYC) – Schizo décor and food, but decently done all the same.
FASHION & BEAUTY ● Fashion Director-at-Large – Elizabeth Sulcer, China Grill (NYC) -Heaping plates of Asian fusion amid fashionable environs. ● Market Editor – Bryan Levandowski, Bondi Road (NYC) – Wizards of Aus in NYC, we like your style. ● Fashion Assistant – Wilson Mathews III, Per Se (NYC) – Advanced gastronomy at the Time Warner Center. Thomas Keller pulls out all the stops. ● Fashion Interns – Samantha Shaw, Chez Janou (Paris) – Boisterous southern bistro near the Place des Vosges. Julien Blanc, La Esquina (NYC) – Fairly authentic Mexican and one of the city’s best-known “secret” bars. Laura Watters, Café Habana (NYC) – Scarfing roast pork is so much better when Mary-Kate is watching, longingly. Lindsay Abrams, Sketch: Gallery (London) – Quirky soho hot spot. BlackBook magazine Founder – Evanly Schindler, The Smile (NYC) – Earnest Sewn owners take over abandoned Double Crown space for Med-inspired cafe/boutique.
BLACKBOOK MEDIA CORP ● Chairman – Bob Hoff, Guys & Dolls (LA) – Sophisticated sexy in West Hollywood. 7 nights a week. ● CEO – Ari Horowitz, L’Ecole (NYC) – Get schooled in fine French cuisine at this tasty training center. ● Associate Publisher – Brett Wagner, Café Select (NYC) – SoHo café marries Swiss Alpine to downtown design, garners Next Brunch Place status. ● Director of Finance and Operations – Joe Friedman, Lucky Strike Lanes (NYC) – Scenester bowling from the dudes behind Marquee and Tao. ● Corporate Counsel – Drew Patrick of Drew Patrick Law, Dutch Kills (NYC) – Modern-day antique saloon from New York’s cocktail kings. ● Executive Assistant – Bridgette Bek, Motorino (NYC) – Belgian-bred Mathieu Palombino’s Billyburg pizza joint serves up personal pan-sized genius, one pie at a time.
ADVERTISING ● Senior Account Executive – Dina Matar, Gascogne (NYC) – Southern French cooking without the Southern French ‘tude. ● Account Executive – Brian Kantor, Botanica (NYC) – Dive that must be working some kind of Santeria to keep prices down in this excessive nabe. ● Executive Director, BlackBook Access – Gregg Berger, La Piaggia (Miami) – Keep your feet in the sand and your hand on the rosé glass at this waterfront café francaise. ● Detroit Account Executives – Jeff Hannigan, Blind Tiger Ale House (NYC) – Beer bar institution finds new home, devoted crowd. Kristen von Bernthal, Pure Food and Wine (NYC) – Say goodbye to a future of pacemakers and a gut the shape of China. Raw food is real food. ● Midwest Account Executives – Susan Welter, Perennial (Chicago) – This could easily become Chicago’s summer hotspot for years to come. ● Andrea Forrester, Mirai (Chicago) – Thumpin’ music and bumpin’ elbows don’t deter crowds from gathering for some of the city’s finest sushi. ● Southwest Account Executive – Molly Ballantine, Gjelina (LA) – New Venice, new American hotspot takes on Hollywood posturing and tude. ● Northwest Account Executives – Catherine Hurley, 15 Romolo (San Francisco) – Bourbon & Branch without the passwords and financial types. Shawn O’Meara, Suppenküche (San Francisco) – Fun place, hearty food. Check the diet at the door. Sales Coordinator – Claire Pujol, Fat Baby (NYC) – Dank in a clean way. Do not enter without skinny jeans.
MARKETING ● Marketing Manager – Julie Fabricant, Kingswood (NYC) – Creative Aussie eats. Feel like king of the W. Vill woods. ● Partnerships & Promotions Manager – Andrew Berman, Bozu (NYC) – Sunken Japanese paradise. Delectable sushi, incredible drinks. ● Interns – Rebecca Hill, Chicago Brauhaus (Chicago) – One of the last of Chicago’s great German restaurants with live oompah bands and an Oktoberfest menu year-round. Delna Joshi, Hudson Terrace (NYC) – Rooftop pleaser for drunk summer afternoons. Brianne Murphy, Beauty Bar (NYC) – Kitschy theme bar serving up mani/drink combos under a row of hair dryers. Elizabeth Pirozzi, Pink Elephant (NYC) – Gangsters, models, and house. Where one goes, the others must follow. Monica Dybuncio, Cha Cha Cha (San Francisco) – The Haight’s never-ending Caribbean party where Santerias and sangria rule. Emily Pflug Presidio, Delfina (San Francisco) – Overly moussed males, technophiles, and high-class hipsters collide in this local fine dining favorite. Lea Abeyta, The Annex (NYC) – Grown-up newcomer from Dark Room boys. Tiswas Saturday, Interpol’s Paul B holding down Wednesday. Joanna Rubinstein, Bar Breton (NYC) – Fleur de Sel’s tastes of Brittany now available in brasserie form. Marie Baginski, East Andrews Cafe & Bar (Atlanta) – Label toters run amok at Buckhead restaurant-bar and pack the place on Thursdays and Fridays. Megan Kunecki, Blender Theater at Gramercy (NYC) -New indie rocker hosting artists you put on your iPod for show while you’re really listening to “Since U Been Gone” again. Jay Kassirer, The Smile (NYC) – Earnest Sewn owners take over abandoned Double Crown space for Med-inspired cafe/boutique. Suhee Eom, Momofuku Ssäm Bar (NYC) – Chef-of-the-minute David Chang fancies up Korean burritos and gets avant-garde after 6pm. Jaime Marie, Sueños (NYC) – Sweet dreams of organic tequila and make-your-own-tacos really can come true! Rana Razavi, Sanctuary (Miami) – Swank rooftop bar and the promise of hanky panky in the pool.
DIGITAL ● Director of Development – Daniel Murphy, Yerba Buena (NYC) – Petite hot zone with wide range of Pan-Latino small plates. ● Lead Architect – Matt Hackett, Beast (Brooklyn) – Small plates and top brunch, come get lost in Prospect Heights. Developer – Bastian Kuberek, Motor City Bar (NYC) – Front like you remember how to drive and these 8 Milers might let you hang. ● Developer – Dan Simon, B.B. King Blues Club & Grill (NYC) ● Designer – Matt Strmiska, Manuel’s (Austin) – Immaculate cleanliness, smart design, and Wine Spectator-designated mole don’t come cheap even for the downtown lunch crowd. ● Developer – Sam Withrow, Pacific Standard (NYC) – Mellow, big-hearted Slope pub keepin’ it pacific. ● Quality Assurance Engineer – Sunde Johnson, Stone Park Café (NYC) – White on white, Williams-Sonoma, Maclarens, fish sandwiches, and burgers. ● Mobile Developer – Otto Toth, Centolire (NYC) – Mangia, mangia, and then ride up and down in the funny glass elevator until the hostess kicks you out.
BOARD OF DIRECTORS ● Bob Hoff, Guys & Dolls (LA) – Sophisticated sexy in West Hollywood. 7 nights a week. ● Ari Horowitz, L’Ecole (NYC) – Get schooled in fine French cuisine at this tasty training center. ● Eric Gertler, SoHo House (NYC) – Members-only decadent den where you may find scruffy English rockers or snaggle-toothed English bankers. Guess which is more likely. ● Joe Landry, Local (LA) – Anything goes, as long as it’s not beef. ● Irwin Lieber, Fishtail by David Burke (NYC) – Fresh seafood in the UES by celeb chef David Burke. ● Dan Pelson, Marea (NYC) – Hopes for a high tide abound at Michael White’s temple to Italian seafood. ● Barry Rubenstein, Shun Lee Café (NYC) – Haute Chinese and dim sum on a glossy, ’80s-fabulous set. ● Jack Sullivan, Blue Ribbon (NYC) – Bromberg bros brasserie takes care of Soho’s after-midnight crowd.
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There’s a huge segment of people that aren’t going to give a shit which way the wind blows come Sunday’s Super Bowl: anyone who isn’t a Cardinals fan (they have fans that aren’t Will Leitch?), anyone who isn’t a Steelers fan (they have fans that aren’t Obama?), anyone who doesn’t watch football, anyone who doesn’t have money on these games, anyone who doesn’t understand football, anybody who’d rather be having brunch at Balthazar, and … essentially, much of New York. Yet, because New Yorkers are trained monkeys who invest in rituals — or because they don’t want to spend Sunday afternoon alone — they’re going to have to make their way out of the apartment at some point to get some Super Bowl action in. That being said, if you’ve got to go, go right — here, we present our favorite places to “watch” the Super Bowl that aren’t insufferable sports bars.
10. Lucky Cheng’s (East Village) – Two words: tranny karaoke. Clearly the absolute alternative. You want to reject the status quo? Look no further. 9. Marshall Stack (East Village) – If there’s a big game on, they’ll show it on a flat screen tucked into a corner of the ceiling that just barely gets color — just enough to look at out of the corner of your eye and turn away in sincere disinterest. They will never — never — turn the music off, though. 8. Tribeca Grand Hotel (Tribeca) – Starting at 6 p.m., the chic hotel bar will be offering wings, snacks, and $26 buckets of beer for those who want to do this thing slightly more dressed-up than typical. 7. Lucky Strike Lanes (Midtown West) – Sure, they’ll be showing the game, but why not have your own Super “Bowl'” Har. [That joke never gets old! See #8.- ed.] No, really: an all-day party, but you have to RSVP to get in. We suggest arriving fairly early to get in on the lane action. 6. Rick’s Cabaret (Garment District) – Endorsed by many a BlackBook staffer, call it a “cabaret,” call it whatever you want, the fact is there’re naked women there, and they will dance for you for money. Not for the family. 5. Barcade (Williamsburg) – The most anti-sports (and anti-social) of New York scenes might be found here on Super Bowl Sunday: hipsters popping quarters in Tapper, drinking limited-release bottled beers. 4. Corner Bistro (West Village) – Pissed off nearly everybody who’s ever held this place in any esteem at all when they installed flatscreens in the place. Worth getting a seat in the back of the house and saddling up for the evening, though — you can always check the score, go back to your booth, and feel like you’re in a totally separate bar. 3. New York Sports Clubs (Various Locations) – No, really: every other treadmill has a TV. You can sit on your ass, get fat, eat snacks, get sauced up, and try to create conversation about a game nobody cares about, or you can go the route of wellness while having said game right in front of you to talk about for watercooler purposes the next day. And you can go with friends, too. 2. Cherry Tavern (East Village) – Infamous EV pickup spot with a pool table, a bad jukebox, and really, really cheap booze. Really cheap. Like, self-destructive cheap. 1. New York City Rescue Mission (Tribeca) – You can watch the Super Bowl and help out those less fortunate than you. No, we’re totally serious about this. We know you’re thinking about Rick’s. Think about somebody other than Rick, for once.
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1. Southern Hospitality (Upper East Side) – The 14 HD TVs and a large HD projection screen aren’t the real excess here — that’s the $80 premium VIP package. All you can drink, all you can eat appetizers (the fried pickles are absurd), and guaranteed seating to make sure once the fat is on, it stays on. Free Jim Beam from 4 to 6 only sweetens the deal. The place to be. 2. 40/40 (Flatiron) – Like stepping into a hip-hop video, minus the fisheye. All-white, super sleek. Oh, and Kobe Bryant is holding a party for his Laker friends and all the video hos this side of the Bronx. 3. Village Pourhouse (Greenwich Village) – 50 bottles, around 24 drafts at any given moment. But with the $30 all you can drink Bud Light draft from kickoff until end of the game, we both know what you’ll be drinking.
4. Bounce Deuce (East Village) – Brother Jimmy’s too packed? Go here. The website actually advertises their “eye candy staff,” so if the game is a blowout, other entertainment awaits. 5. Brass Monkey (Meatpacking District) – Didn’t take a set of brass balls to figure out the MePa needed a solid spot for unpretentious quaffing. Emerald Isle vibe, so while the rest of country is drowning in Coors Light, get dead to the world on good ol’ Guinness. 6. Hudson Bar at the Hudson Hotel (Midtown West) – Class it up on the least-classy day of the year. Special food menu and complimentary Peroni from 5 to 6. 7. Abbey Pub (Upper West Side) – Annual tradition of serving the host city’s local cuisine. So like what, alligator burgers? 8. Lucky Strike Lanes (Midtown West) – All-day party and beer specials. Plus, what better thing to do during the Super Bowl than to bowl! 9. Brother Jimmy’s (Various Locations) – Sure it’s a chain, but don’t deny its power. The Super Bowl is their Super Bowl. Expect the words all-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink to be tossed around freely at this vaguely Southern BBQ joint. 10. Monkey Town (Williamsburg) – Monkey Town = Drunky Town. Four wall-sized screens and a $30 food and drink minimum, but if you weren’t planning on spending that much, you don’t deserve to be watching the Super Bowl anyway.