The weekend is worried about Kanye.
If there's one thing you want from your favorite Eastside noodle bar, it's...sandwiches. You can now get your banh mi on a Vietnamese baguette in the slim new corridor next door.
It's been too long since you've gotten to your favorite barbecue spot (if it was yesterday, it's been too long), so it's good to know you can find a few choice meat havens under one roof this weekend. Or at least on the same sand.
Time has come once again for your favorite kind of sale—one of the city's best wine shops unloading the goods at up to 80 percent off. That's five bottles for the price of one, which makes you suddenly like math again.
A giant gin-filled basement is the last place you'd expect to be attacked by birds—so hopefully Tippi Hedren feels safe when she shows up to watch the screening of her Hitchcock classic with you.
New owners have taken over the former Doughboys, and will soon add beer and wine—until then, make do with the Pressed Jacks, which are huge buttermilk pancakes filled with meats and cheese, pressed on a panini grill, then topped with syrup or gravy. But not both, because that would be excessive.
