There are two kinds of people: those who set beautiful tables, and those who are about to. Brandon Davis, founder of E&S Imports, works with master artisans in central Mexico to design and produce blown-glass hurricanes, votives, scalloped ceramics, and more—the kind of pieces that make dining feel intentional. I’ve personally snagged a pair of the amethyst-marble hurricanes in classic tortoise and have been hosting dinner parties ever since. The artistry is museum-worthy; the prices are decidedly not. ($250, eandsimports.com) —Catherine Scott

The last time we checked in on Alynda Segarra, two years ago, their band Hurray for the Riff Raff had just released The Past Is Still Alive, a fine album that landed on countless year’s-best lists and led to steady (and higher-profile) touring and appearances. Now comes a crisp live release that captures them at this watershed moment. Live Forever was recorded over two shows in Segarra’s recently adopted hometown of Chicago—the Bronx-born singer-songwriter had spent years in New Orleans—and includes the new touring band’s in-concert performances of all the tracks from The Past Is Still Alive, three older fan favorites, and a more recent single. It’s not a bad introduction to a terrific performer who’s never failed to engage listeners, from their early, rootsy days to their current folk-punk incarnation. Plus, it’s an appetite whetter: Hurray for the Riff Raff is touring again this summer. (spotify.com) —George Kalogerakis

Before Lena Dunham in Girls and Greta Gerwig in Frances Ha represented the trope of the wayward female creative living in New York, there was Melanie Mayron in Girlfriends (1978). Mayron stars as Susan, who works as a Bar Mitzvah photographer on the Upper West Side and dreams of artistic success. But when her best friend and roommate Anne (Anita Skinner) moves out to get married, her life is thrown out of orbit. Susan’s biggest problem isn’t just covering rent but reckoning with what feels like a friendship breakup. She dates the clingy Eric (Christopher Guest) and the rabbi Aaron (Eli Wallach), but can’t seem to shake Anne leaving her for nuptials. The film itself is raw and relatable: a testament to the beautiful mess that is having, well, girlfriends. (primevideo.com) —Maggie Turner

With its blend of satire, gossip, and serious investigative reporting, the storied British magazine Private Eye is unique. (It was one of the inspirations for Spy, a magazine co-founded by AIR MAIL co-founder Graydon Carter.) It also remains a media outlier in its stubborn—and very successful—refusal to go online. Its Web site is resolutely threadbare. For those unable to get hold of a paper copy but who still crave its bite, the podcast Page 94 is the perfect substitute. In each episode, editor Ian Hislop and contributors including Andrew Hunter Murray, Helen Lewis, and Adam Macqueen deliver a digest of the latest issue in the magazine’s signature tone of amused, indignant wit. The stories skew British, but the pleasure they take in exposing hypocrisy, corruption, and absurdity is universal. (spotify.com) —George Pendle

Jean-Pierre Laffont’s photographs of New York hold a fascinating duality. From the moment he moved there in 1964, he captured gritty scenes: children playing on banged-up cars in the garbage-strewn Bronx; men sitting on lawn chairs on a sunny day beneath the Twin Towers; hands reaching out from jail cells, with one Black hand raised above the others in a proud fist. Yet even in these less than idyllic tableaux, a certain undying love for Gotham is palpable in his works. Inspired by 1940s film noir, a new exhibition at the Leica Store in Miami brings together his photographs of the place he called home. “I hope my photos capture a city that I viewed critically but affectionately,” he says, “and to which I bear immense gratitude.” (leicastoremiami.com) —Elena Clavarino

The Google description for Mexico City’s San Ángel Inn is “posh take on tacos,” but the restaurant’s storied history goes beyond that (although they are delicious). Built in 1616 as a hacienda, the property later served as a Carmelite monastery and a hotel (hence the name), before becoming a restaurant in 1963—opening to much fanfare and hosting luminaries from R.F.K. to Brigitte Bardot. It’s equally suited for ladies who lunch and for power-lunching men, and those in the know opt for the strong margaritas and dishes soaked in a creamy mole. The main dining room’s din is part of the charm—especially as a mariachi threesome makes the rounds singing “Cielito Lindo” and the like. But if peace and quiet is more your speed (it’s mine too), I recommend breakfast in the garden, where round, umbrella-shaded tables circle a tiled fountain. There, you can serenely sip café con leche and fresh orange juice, nibble on a tray’s worth of homemade pastries, and sample ripe mango before the main course. The huevos en salsa de chicharrón are not to be missed. (sanangelinn.com) —Gabriella Maestri