The weekend was born in the USA.<br />
We’d like to talk about your wrist. And more importantly, what should be adorning it. We suggest one of Skywatch’s stylish Swiss-made chronographs—discreet and precise, like a good bank account. We’re also hooking you up with a rock-star-worthy weekend at New York’s luxuriously decadent Gramercy Park Hotel.
Besides stockpiling illegal fireworks from New Hampshire, celebrating the Fourth is all about indulging yourself culinarily, like with late-night Crispy Fish Tacos and Pulled Pork Sliders. And since you’ve already hit the 603 for the former, you’ll hit Tico after 10pm for the latter. Hooray, America.
Speaking of your unwavering patriotism, you’ll be glad to know Paul Revere’s house’s neighbor, Carmen, has begun offering lunch service Wednesday through Saturday. Which means your midday-sustenance options now include Grilled Pork Loin and shaved prosciutto sandwiches. Just like the Founding Fathers ate them.
You love the MFA for the same reasons you love your apartment: timeless paintings. Masterworks of sculpture. Clean bathrooms. Introducing a new reason to love it: starting tomorrow, there’ll be live music and an outdoor bar in the Calderwood Courtyard every Friday. Chances of Megadeth cover bands: slim.
If Hobo with a Shotgun rekindled your love of grindhouse films, look to the Somerville Theatre on Saturday. (If it didn’t, look there anyway.) They’ll be screening the soon-to-be-classic feature The Disco Exorcist, along with three splatter-fest shorts. Go ahead, invite your friend Tarantino.
There are two ways to spend Fourth of July Eve: with seven hours of endless New England clam chowder from purveyors like Jerry Remy’s, Ipswich Clambake Co. and Clancy’s of Dennisport, or just fantasizing about it. The better option goes down Sunday at City Hall Plaza. BYO wooden spoon.
