New York

A coupling of pedals & poon hand-soldered by a prodigiously horny industrial designer, this rentable stripper rickshaw's equipped with pole, boombox, neon-lit platform, and video camera for capturing sweet dance moves/onlookers' befuddled titillation. Available by the hour "for events and rap videos", each rental includes one driver, one professional pole dance instructor, and the creator's dubious assurance that it's all completely legal: "the cops can't really stop us -- I'm riding my bike and she's exercising".

780 3rd Ave, at 49th; 212.758.9402

From a former Cipriani exec chef and the Avra guys, Aperitivo's serving up Italian faves like penne rigate w/broccoli rabe, spaghetti w/ meatballs, and brick oven-fired pies ranging from the savory (Margherita w/ buffalo mozzarella; White Pie w/ fig compote, blue cheese, and prosciutto) to the chocolate (Nutella). You'll be feasting in a tri-floored space decked out with shiny wood-paneled walls interspersed with ceiling-high windows, a conference-center-sleek look that'll make you totally want to network some of that Pizzert.

174 E 82nd St, between Lexington and 3rd; 212.717.7772

From two Prince Edward Island resto vets, this cozy seafoodery's shucking mussels in 23 sauces, from the "Mexican" (chipotle peppers, lime, cilantro, sol, garlic), to the "Dubliner" (Guinness, toasted walnuts, caramelized onions), to the "Acadian" (gumbo sauce, shrimp, andouille, okra). Also on hand: Canadian & Belgian beers (Mc Chouffe, Saison Farmhouse Ale, etc), plus a six-sauce-strong PEI oyster bar helmed by a three-time Canuck oyster shucking champ who's also the house mixologist -- does this guy know how to get laid or what?

Thru Dec 14th at 169 Bowery, at Delancey

Reebok's first-ever pop-up's hawking limited edition tees and searingly kaleidoscopic Rolland Berry colab sneaks, plus one new, unique-to-NYC, old school-style pump per week. First week's the zebra-on-acid Maeda Insta Pump Fury, 2nd's some chick shoe, 3rd's the Coney Island Ventilator, and 4th's the canary yellow Bodega/NYC Court "Victory Pump", sporting an insole graphic'd with bottles and an ATM sign -- because nothing says victory like 40s and identity theft.

From a cash-strapped Bklyn hoodie designer, these 100% cotton tees replace NY's famous slogan with a more economically au courant sentiment. The tees are only $15 -- if you can't swing that, you can't even afford to heart pants.