5. Line-Free Brunch, 10 A.M.
What’s worse, arguing over where to go for brunch or waiting in a line once you decide? Avoid both problems by patching together a glorious meal in one of Manhattan’s newest food halls, which are to mall food courts what Emirates business class is to Spirit Airlines. TurnStyle may be in a subway tunnel at Columbus Circle, but it’s bright and cheery, and like the subway itself, is mobbed on weekdays but runs on a slower weekend schedule. Stop at Bosie Patisserie for a Breton kouign-amann ($2.50) and a cortado — or perhaps a greens 3 (greens, celery, cucumber, apple, lemon and ginger, $6.50) from the Pressed Juicery. For more substantial fare try a grilled cheese from MeltKraft or a pork shoulder salteña ($8, don’t call it an empanada) from Bolivian Llama Party. You can also take it to go and head to Central Park, depending on how seriously you’re taking this “south of 59th Street” thing.
6. Coming to America II, Noon
Ellis Island accepted 12 million immigrants between 1892 and 1954 (and rejected a couple hundred thousand), but the story of American immigration started well before and continues today (in case you haven’t been paying attention this election season). In 2015, the National Park Service site opened the Peopling of America Center, which recounts immigration back to Native Americans, Pilgrims and slaves and forward to Cubans, Hmong and Somali girls who play basketball in Minnesota in traditional dress. The $18 ferry includes admission to the Statue of Liberty, but you can just admire it from the boat; after all, that’s what the 12 million immigrants did.
Le Coucou, Stephen Starr’s French restaurant, opened this year. Credit Tony Cenicola/The New York Times7. Rabbit Whole, 7 P.M.
Critics have gone — what’s the word? — nuts over Le Coucou, Stephen Starr’s French restaurant that opened this year under the helm of the American-born, Paris-famous chef Daniel Rose. There are a few surprises: The space is cavernous (forget about eavesdropping on the celeb at the next table), and the expected French formality is on the plate, but not in the service, which has an American-style, I’m-your-buddy vibe. Servers may refuse to suggest a favorite dish, but “tout le lapin” (“the whole rabbit”) is first among equals, a three-part entree of rabbit loin under crumbled rabbit kidney, a front-leg pot au feu and deboned hind legs marinated in Dijon and white wine and slow baked for four hours. Reserve in advance. Dinner for two without wine, about $200.
8. Up in Arms, 9:30 P.M.
Suffolk Arms may look like an English pub but strives to be a very New York cocktail bar, from Streit’s matzo ball soup, short rib steamed buns and bone marrow to its walls covered with sketches of local personalities, from Ed Koch to Sonia Sotomayor, and Grandmaster Flash to the leonine library guardians Patience and Fortitude. Eyes over 25 years old may have trouble making out the 0.01-point-font-size menu in dim light, but eyes under 25 may have trouble appreciating the expertise behind the drinks (around $15): a classic New York Sour (with egg white and a splash of malbec); recipes borrowed from New York cocktail royalty like Brian Miller of Death & Co. (the rye-bourbon-Calvados-cognac Conference); and the passion fruit, lime and vanilla Porn Star Martini.
9. I Love the ’80s, 11 P.M.
Where to dance in New York is a question for the ages — specifically, your group’s ages. But people young and old, or at least young and middle-aged, agree: The ’80s were a glorious decade for popular music. That explains the Saturday night, age-diverse crowd at (Le) Poisson Rouge. Named for the 1981 Rick Springfield hit, the (Karma) chameleonlike cover band Jessie’s Girl makes choreographed costume (and wig) changes to perform very danceable impressions from Cyndi Lauper to Dexys Midnight Runners. Their version of Wham!’s 1984 classic, “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go,” will put the jitterbug into your brain, going bang bang bang till your feet do the same. (I said the music was glorious, not the lyrics.)
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