The weekend votes early and often.
As of this weekend, you can get Masa’s Lemon Lagers and Rye-Bacon Bloody Marys—not to mention breakfast pizza and tenderloin Benedict—in never-ending form. Because the best brunches have no end (and if you’re feeling philosophical, they may have no beginning, either).
Halloween’s about living out your deepest fantasies: dressing as your favorite wrestler, for instance. On Saturday, Rustico encourages you to don the cape and mask, while sampling a one-of-a-kind beer brewed at Sierra Nevada by the bar’s beer director. Note: dressing as Linda McMahon does not count.
Your top hat and tails have been going woefully underused. The remedy: this 1920s-style affair, complete with an Ellington-esque jazz band and three courses of lobster, veal chops and pork belly. You know, to go in your top hat.
On Election Night, you’ll get $1 blue or red shooters every time a state is called. Be an even better American by ordering the Scrib-Mac, the Rookery’s elevated take on the classic Big Mac. It actually looks like the picture.
Forget Halloween: let’s talk Thanksgiving. The Capitol Hill power spot is bringing you a night of turkey, trimmings, champagne... and a screening of your favorite Thanksgiving concert flick, Scorsese’s The Last Waltz. You’ve always considered The Band family.
