So you’re single; or you’ve been in the same relationship for years; or you keep hooking up with your ex/best friend/ neighbor who has a stocked pantry and a really good view.  Who cares! Valentine’s Day is for lovin’, and no matter the state of your romantic affairs, you deserve a rendezvous-filled good night.  We’ve compiled the ideal itinerary for every kind of date - satisfaction guaranteed.

This is going to be short and sweet - well, maybe splendid. Fashion Week is making me weak and it's just starting. I shoulda, woulda, if I coulda attended the Ami James Pop-Up Tattoo Shop thing at the Empire Hotel yesterday but I was otherwise distracted. Besides, I will be at the Empire Rooftop tomorrow night DJing, and being north of 23rd street two times in a week is... problematic for a BBurger like myself. I'm opening for the fabulous Mel DeBarge. Mel and I have a long history of being in the same room and other things more times than I care to discuss. He is a great DJ and I am honored to be mentioned in the same breath and invitation with him. Kirill is taking pictures and he somehow always manages to shoot me on my good side -not an easy accomplishment. I'm on from 9pm to 11pm, although the invite says doors open at 10pm. Either that's an error or someone has heard me DJ before or they want me to provide rhythm for the wait-rons as they set up. I'm excited about this and Fashion Week in general.

I made the rounds in the Lower East Side/Nolita last night and, as usual, lingered too long at some places and therefore never got to other places. After the great Buckler soirèe at The Elsinore, I stopped at The Orchard House which was having a relaunch or preview of the new reincarnation. Scores of people I haven't seen in a minute were making a scene. It was fun. I introduced Hotel Chantelle's Kyle O'Brien whom I am DJing for tonight to nightlife empress Sally Shan. Sally and I used to hang, but life often pulls people who want to hang down different paths. She has made a name for herself, going from a sub-promoter drawing a dozen or so people, to throwing events for hundreds. She was with a wonderful restauranteur from San Juan, Steven Yiu. He owns the East restaurants there. We became fast friends and I promised to visit him on my next visit to the island. I told him about a super-secret, totally amazing sandwhich shop on the wrong side of the tracks. Guys like me seek out such places where time and the changing world haven't yet corrupted. I directed him to this small spot where in-the-know locals of all classes wait in line for a half hour to try a Jerezma or seven potencias sandwhich. The place can be found behind  a Marshalls parking lot in Santurce. Steve affirmed that the hood is, well... quite hoody... and he has never heard of it but is heading there straight off. I told him to travel heavy. It's worth it.

I wear multiple nightlife hats. I, of course, write here daily; I design joints; I DJ; and I help in the marketing of that delicious Beau Joie Champagne. There are often conflicts, especially in the writing. I follow the rule of disclosing what I can about the new projects I am designing, but I do comply with the rules publicists and management lay out. I often do not get the first photos of places I'm designing or often even the first substantive story. In the case of the The Elsinore at 17 Stanton Street, my latest creation, publications like Crains and Thrillist got the scoops. I also will not write about a place differently because I am involved. This has upset a few clients, but others like the added dimension of this column.

Gyu-Kaku (Theatre District) - OMG, DIY BBQ!

Fashion Week is sort of like the groundhog that never sees its shadow for clubland. It portends a quick end to the cold winter. January, except for the three-day weekend that celebrates Dr. Martin Luther King Day, is usually a financial bust for clubs, bars, and restaurants. Football playoffs help some of the venues and indeed defines revenue for the sports bars, but in general the post-Christmas cash crunch and New Years recovery spells trouble. Tourists, a huge part of our hospitality economy, do not come here during our frigid winters. A great many New Yorkers, often referred to as Snow Birds, head south to enjoy Miami, the Carribean, and other warm weather locales where "the season" is in full swing. Fashion Week carries joints through the cruel short month of February. Valentine's Day provides a spending spike and then it's on to the spring with all its sexy good times.

606 R&D (Prospect Heights) - City Bakery vets put sophisticated slants on comfort food faves.

Green lights pour out onto the sidewalk and the rotating group of characters constantly smoking outside. The large front windows are completely filled with tiki paraphernalia. After a strict IDing by a leathered guy with very long chin hair, you descend into Otto's Shrunken Head: a beautiful burn-out paradise slipped into a narrow piece of 14th near Avenue C. Hold your breath and sink in. 

It turned out to be a birth week instead of a birthday. There were two planned events and two surprises and I have had more pieces of cake and Beau Joie Champagne than I can count on my fingers, toes, and other body parts. Tomorrow I will take a rare venture out of town - a car trip to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art. MASS MoCA (as it is known) is genius. I will not be watching the Super Bowl this weekend since I don't care a lick, but if I was I would surely go to Brooklyn Bowl or maybe The Brooklyn Star. The word "Brooklyn" is key. Manhattan will not see me again until Monday. You see, I legitimately got a little older yesterday and I am feeling it.

On Sunday, the most important sporting event in the world will be held, assuming by "world" you mean "United States." This year's Super Bowl is particularly significant, as it pits the Giants of East Rutherford, New Jersey New York against the Patriots of Foxborough, Massachusetts New England, two of the biggest television advertising markets most historically rich cities in the country. A list of Boston sports bars can be found here. As for my fair city, New York is filled with sports bars, but there are a handful of particularly upscale joints that break the lager-and-wings mold with fancy cocktails and haute cuisine - particularly important if you're trying to make a date of it. Here are a few of our favorites.