The weekend only tunes in for the fourth quarter.
It’s not delivery. It’s... fresh Maine lobster, soaked in lemon herbed butter, baked on artisanal flatbread—and we’re airmailing it to you. Plus, we’d like to keep you warm on a cool, breezy night by wrapping you in the softest, lightest Christopher Fischer Cashmere—for 40% off. Lobster bib optional.
The good folks at Seasonal Pantry (they of sausage and soup clubs) have returned to their roots. Yes, the ice cream club is back. Each month’s membership gets you eight pints’ worth, in flavors like Cruller-Doughnut and Turkish Coffee/Cardamom. Which probably go great together.
You may not have known it, but you’re in the middle of American Craft Beer Week (Hallmark hasn’t gotten in on the act yet). For their part, Smith Commons is pouring DC Brau’s Public Ale and the new Penn Quarter Porter, and there’s the potential for a never-before-released keg.
Jack’s Boathouse is open yet again, which means it’s time to reach for a stand-up paddleboard and set out on the waters of Georgetown. Or better yet, gather a group of like-minded paddlers and assemble an armada of two-man vessels. Just be wary of any Sir Francis Drakes in your midst.
The parameters for your Saturday afternoon are as follows: one four-pound burrito. Forty-five minutes on the clock. A T-shirt and eternal glory to collect when all is said and done. Nap.
You’ve been waiting for the event that would bring Dangerously Delicious Pies and the Pietasters together. It’s here in the form of Sound Bites, a benefit for DC Central Kitchen that combines five DC bands with 25 restaurants and five food trucks. Don’t be surprised if someone plays the spoons.
