For many years you've been marooned on this barren island called Manhattan, stranded without a palm tree or decent wave in sight. Not to worry all you surfing city dwellers, your prayers have been answered. Your life-vessel has just pulled in downtown.The port: 31 Crosby Street. The ship: Saturdays.
Walking into the store the rumbling traffic noise outside fades away, drowned out by laid-back jembe beats and mellow lighting. The walls are lined with photos of perfect waves (are you ready to ride giants?) and nostalgic surfers. Boards stand like Easter Island moai, propped up on the left wall of the foyer. And just in case you were thinking about going no further, a beach-ready wooden bar, complete with staple blond at the reigns, invites you in with an espresso or a black-cherry soda.
Just beyond the bar, the main room of the store is adorned with all the gear you'll need to complete your "business formal = (wet)suit" look. Throw back board shorts with 60's style colors and cuts, mixed with soft flannel shirts and thin woolen cardigans hang effortlessly from the walls next to vintage surfing books and classic Playboy magazines (browsing optional).
And if you're not quite ready to shop, or just didn't shove enough bills in the old wayfarers' case, head to the ship's rear deck (an outdoor sitting area) perfect for chilling out, reading through one of the store's books, or listening to some live guitar.
Fear not, fellow Manhattan stranded beach-bums, our time to escape has come. Saturdays is open any day of the week to get your fix of the life less complicated.
I think you're ready.
Saturdays NYC
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