Proceeds from this ltd edition Barking Irons tee go to the Highline's future, but the ominous reference dates back to 10th Ave's pre-Highline nickname (derived from the regularity which its pedestrians were once pounded by trains). If you're all for civic restoration, but think "Friends of..." groups should be tied to the tracks, this is a wonderful way to give.

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There's been a lot of pathetically hysterical speculation about the opening date, but the Martignetti Bros have finally unlocked the doors on their no-nonsense brasserie: a boozy, 100-seat go-to for anyone who loves overeating solidly wonderful food. They're serving steak sandwiches, lobster clubs, moules frites and more, from 11am 'til at least 2am, but even then their creed demands they not boot you even if you're the last man not passed out in his Sierra Nevada.

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Because the Martignetti philosophy compliments your lifestyle too perfectly to only mention them once: Opening later this week conveniently beneath their new restaurant, the Brothers' parlor-ish lounge caters to the good-time-Charlie-binge-drinker you either are, or should seriously consider becoming. Belgrade's equally ideal for birthday parties (semi-private booths, not-private booths, plenty of open jostling room), throw-downs with the guys (their bottle service includes an Iced Tray of 24 Mixed Beers), and even dates -- because like you, the Martignettis advocate capping a casual Tuesday dinner with two bottles of wine.

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