The weekend is your sonic boom.
This week, Perks is bringing you a chance to spend a day at the track, racing Audi’s sportiest machines around Infineon Raceway. Also: gear for the impending season between seasons with half off Steven Alan’s pre-fall collection. Finally, a weeklong membership and personal training session at Crunch, on the house. Because you only like to sweat in the presence of a live DJ.
Here’s what we can tell you about this secret-location dinner party: there will be five courses. You’ll be on a warehouse roof. There will be majestic skyline views. There will be cocktails. Wine. More cocktails. Oh, and a DJ. Don’t tell anyone we told you.
There’s a first time for everything, and apparently that includes taking over a massive parking lot in River North and trucking in the best barbecue masters in the country, lots of beer and a surfeit of rock acts like Good Charlotte. Think of it as a stickier Lollapalooza.
You watched Michael Bay treat Wacker Drive like his own personal apocalypse for Transformers this summer. But in 1979, the Blues Brothers cut a much funnier swath of destruction. See where it all started at this free screening outside the Old Joliet Prison, an original location used in the film.
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STICKY BUSINESS Bourbon Syrup & Blueberry Corn Cakes at Hearty Even charming rogues like you raise an eyebrow at a stiff belt of whiskey too early in the morning. But late morning—well, that’s another story. Besides, when Hearty’s blueberry-studded sweet corn cakes are soaked with a bourbon-spiked brown-butter syrup, you’d hate to be seen with a mimosa in your hand. |
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The Signature Room, located snugly atop the Hancock, satisfies your penchant for skybox views with the city’s best Air & Water Show views. You’ll be brunching 1,128 feet in the air, filling up at a buffet and treating yourself to an open bar—and all the G’s you can pull.
It’s late afternoon at Green Dolphin Street. There are a dozen DJs or so getting things thumping. The grassy expanse of a backyard opens up for a complimentary barbecue. Nice enough, you think. But it still needs something. Then, a six-foot wave of downy, soapy foam crashes onto the dance floor. Suddenly... it’s a party.
