<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-style-parent:""; font-size:11.0pt;"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-"Times New Roman";}</style><![endif]--><span>The weekend is still batting 1.000.</span>
Easter: a time of lavish brunches, pastel blazers and, of course, caviar Easter eggs—and we’re hooking you up for 30% off the non-Eastering price. (We’re also filling your Easter basket with booze-infused candy.) Plus: up to 39% off your new spring shirts. (It’s BYO pants.)
Where most people see a trolley stop, you see a beer-and-wine-fueled street party—one where you can peruse art and sculpture to the sounds of the Boxcar Bandits. And just your luck: the MAC is hosting such a party this Saturday. Don’t forget to tip your conductor.
For National Record Store Day, you’ll: (1) hire Jack Black to organize your records, and (2) head to Good Records for an all-day music festival with 12 bands, 11 DJs, Taco Joint tacos and Lone Star. Plus, a raffle to win a vintage jukebox. Unfortunately, it doesn’t play MP3s.
The crawfish. A mini lobster without that East Coast bias. And Sunday, on the patio of Ten Sports Grill, you’ll get them two pounds at a time, followed by a cold bucket of beers. No, those aren’t available by the pound.
At the new joint just off Fitzhugh, you’ve experienced it all: tequila flights, Mexican meatballs and a massive stone chair straight from a Mayan ruin. That is, everything except brunch. That changes this weekend. Your Sundays needed more queso fundido.
Josh Hamilton. Oof. So let’s switch to a lighter note—well, technically, a heavier note. At Rangers Ballpark, you can order a three-pound pretzel delivered in a large pizza box with three dipping sauces (including nacho cheese). It’s 3,700 calories per serving—your section will love you.
