By Inside Hook
Sun’s out, rooftops out
New Yorkers have a strange relationship with wait times.
Five minutes for the subway? Reprehensible and inhumane.
Five hours for brunch? They’ll still tip you 20%, please and thank you.
If you’re willing to brave Disney-level lines for mimosas and avocado toast, we’ve got you covered.
From suckling pig and live jazz on a rooftop to ramp frittatas under cherry blossom trees, this is how to do Saturday right.
You’re here because: Boozy brunches and tapas are a match made in hangover heaven.
You’re brunching on: Gambas for sharing, huevos con chorizo for not sharing. Followed by a tidal wave of housemade Sangria. Or bring a crowd and get adventurous with a six-spit rotisserie for large-format feasts like whole suckling pig.