The weekend also thinks Tony Romo is funny.
PS 7’s has long been one of your go-tos for Edison-level cocktail creations. Now, they’re applying the same R&D to cupcakes soaked in booze. That means apple spice cake dipped in scotch or toffee pear cake dunked in rum. It’s better than the lightbulb.
Well, you’ll be pleased to know that the owners of the new District Commons have doubled down with a burger joint under the same roof. Think homemade buns, house-ground beef, two dozen beers on tap and adult shakes like the Evil Empire (vodka, coffee liqueur, vanilla ice cream). Tear down this wall.
Nothing against jack-o’-lanterns, but Lincoln is putting pumpkins toward better uses. Like Bacon-Wrapped Pumpkin Lollipops, Pumpkin Bread Pudding and—the coup de grâce—Harvest Punch Bowls with pumpkin spice moonshine. No, it doesn’t come in a pumpkin.
Henry Rollins is one of those people, like Bill Clinton, who just needs a microphone. Enter National Geographic, which is going to give him one for the evening as he shows off and discusses his photography exploits. No, you can’t show him your Black Flag tattoo.
You’ve got a date this weekend. With a sheet of ice and a broom. Yes, it’s curling season. Get yourself started at a training session with the Potomac Curling Club, where they’ll teach you the basics of delivering a stone and sweeping, and even let you play a few ends. Yes, those are curling terms.
