You’re a person of firm resolve. So before you decide to do something rash like give up your treasured vices next year, we ask you to put your toe back into the gilded pond of excess just one more time. Your toe will thank you.
Normally, you’d consider five pounds of food its own reward. But if you finish The Challenger, a heaping platter of burgers, sausages, waffle fries and lots of bacon, you’ll be lauded with T-shirts, gift certificates and other prizes—including the knowledge that you made the most of 2010.
You appreciate genius. Also: bacon. So no doubt you’ll recognize this as a true work of art: warm, butterscotch-glazed, bacon-topped fried dough served with accompaniments of doughnut holes. Now if only the Art Institute had your eye for beauty.
You’ve staked a heavy position in gold—mostly in cocktail form, but still a wise investment. This mysterious little lounge on Hubbard Street is serving a libation mixing acai liqueur with champagne and topped with little flecks of edible gold. Drink before looking at your portfolio.
An Alaskan king crab–topped Kobe burger smothered in hollandaise sounds like a pretty decadent way to close out 2010, but it leaves the troubling dilemma of how to top it. A white chocolate eggnog milkshake spiked with bourbon should do the trick. Or perhaps that was obvious.
Your party is going well. The cocktails are cold. The right guests are there. But it just doesn’t seem like the holidays until a certain someone makes an appearance—we mean the driver of a Mercedes van loaded with red velvety, boozy and occasionally bacon-y cupcakes. Your move, Santa.
