The weekend could swear it knows you from somewhere.
We’re getting you the exclusive on a couple one-of-a-kind shoes from the venerable Maine-based cobbling outfit, Rancourt & Co. (Ralph Lauren’s go-to guys.) Then we’re airmailing you three Bacon Explosions (enough said). And finally, we’re getting you half off a champagne-soaked endless summer at NYC’s hottest hotel. Just go with it...
Tonight, a Buckhead art gallery will debut new works from about 13 different artists. Which is honestly pretty boring. But wait until you see what happens when you throw in a live bluegrass band, a few lovely art enthusiasts and a bunch of craft beer. Yep, the same thing... just more fun.
If you didn’t go to the Atlanta Food Rave last year, you should put some serious thought into being disappointed in yourself. Or just go tomorrow night instead—DJs, bands, cocktails, live ice-carving demonstrations and, of course, five chefs battling for your approval (and vote) with food. And smiles.
The year: 1980-something. Summer camp. Two young science types have an idea—build a robot that finds and beams back images of women’s... anatomical gifts. We’re talking, of course, about the premiere of a Porky’s-esque play at Dad’s Garage. And that robot’s name: “Boob Bot 2000.” Not sure what else to add to that.
Funny you should ask... yes, we are about to talk about bocce again. But you don’t mind. Because this time it involves sipping your way through four bourbons (Bulleit, Mitcher’s US1 Small Batch...) and passing around small plates in Empire State South’s courtyard. Oh, and you’ll be playing bocce while you do it.
The Iberian Pig is throwing you a party for its second birthday and gifting you with live Spanish music, $3 Sherry Cañas, slow-roasted suckling pigs and a rare all-night appearance from the famed—and deep-fried—Haute Dog. You can gift them back with your presence.
