It’s very rare to see throngs of boozers outside a club in the plain light of day. Usually it takes the 7:30 a.m. raid of an after-hours den, or it’s Alaska in the summer. Or, in the meatpacking district, it’s just a lazy weekend afternoon of bottles and brunch. Overheard outside Merkato 55 this past Saturday at 2 p.m. (pictured above): “I just want to buy a couple bottles of Champagne and I’m not getting in.”
Earlier: Meatpacking Brunch Bunch