When you zig, the weekend zags.
If you’re in the market for a new custom suit, we know a guy. He’s in the business of making the fitting process as painless as possible by coming to your place, your office, maybe even your favorite bar. A few martinis make everything better.
If you haven’t been to one of Pac Brew Lab’s beer nights, tonight will be your last chance. They’re pouring old favorites (Squid Ink Black IPA, Hibiscus Saison, the Kraken and an unnamed stout) and the Butcher’s Daughter meat cart will be doling out German sausages. Long live Oktoberfest.
There’s something captivating about ducking into an alley day or night, walking up to a second-story den and being rewarded with copious wines on tap, oysters, a few crudos and crispy pork salad. We’re not sure if it’s the alley, the oysters or the wine talking.
The impending rain is reminder enough that ski season is upon us. But if you’re looking for more of an adrenaline rush, there’s also Warren Miller’s latest ski film, ...Like There’s No Tomorrow. It’s like Evel Knievel on snowy steroids.
If you’re not familiar with the Crack Pie from New York’s Momofuku Milk Bar, you might want to keep it that way. But if you’ve tried it, you’re well aware of its addictive qualities. For one day, you’ll be able to get your hands on its buttery, creamy goodness here in SF. Just know, there’s no going back.
