The weekend wears its flag pants year-round.
This week, Perks is taking you to the rooftop, with half off drinks and cigars at Eden Lounge’s summer kickoff party. You’ll also get half off your next Jeremy Argyle shirt, cut with just enough tail to be tucked, but not so much that you can’t wear the shirt untucked. It’s like the Golden Mean of shirting.
The Hill’s new throwback diner is throwing caution to the wind and dishing up breakfast at all hours. We recommend the Walk of Shame Burrito—sirloin steak, scrambled eggs, hash browns, cheddar cheese and green chili sauce. Actual walk of shame not required.
Your go-to spot for New Haven-style slices is serving up a lunch deal of two slices of cheese and a Boylan’s fountain soda for six bucks. Because your lunch has been missing foldability.
You’re getting used to this whole Independence Day thing. In fact, you’ll even latch onto another country’s celebrations if it involves an open bar and freshwater prawns with fresh morels. They’ll even have a mock fortress for you to storm. Okay, not really.
You’re always looking for new forms of entertainment while you’re downing your brunch Bloody Marys. World-class athletes on bikes qualifies. While the races loop around Pennsylvania Ave, Ninth Street and 13th Street, you’ll want to take up a perch in the window at Chef Geoff’s and watch them streak by. Or just stand on the sidewalk and pass the racers Bloodys as they cruise by.
You’ve rarely darkened L2’s door during daylight. But the Georgetown lounge is opening early on Sunday, rolling in four projection TVs and brunch fare from Leopold’s next door. Just watch out for the wooden shoes on those Dutch fans.
