The weekend is awash in gift wrap.
Release your inner Marty McFly as the Evening Star is reborn as a 1950s diner. Think vintage trophies, mason jars and hard-to-find beer dispensed out of ’50s refrigerators. The menu: Southern fare like hoppin’ John risotto and buttermilk fried chicken. No word on Tab.
Thursday is the new Friday. Especially as it concerns dancing till last call in subterranean tequila lairs. Things get started at 11pm, when DJs start spinning salsa, merengue and samba while you fuel up on $4 beers and sangria. Your dancing drinks are always carbohydrate-rich.
It’s going to be a busy two weeks. You’ll need something to sustain yourself. Like a fridge full of Chocolate City’s Cornerstone Copper Ale, available now by the growler right at the source. It’s not too early to start thinking about stocking stuffers.
Room 11: your tiny haven for grilled cheese and housemade liqueurs. And now: Sunday brunch, in the form of onion-cheddar quiche, potato-chorizo frittatas and jalapeño-studded french toast. We hear new cocktails are in the offing, too. But we had you at quiche.
Think about your ugliest sweater. No, not that one. The really ugly one. That’s what you want to wear to Saint-Ex. They’ll reciprocate with $5 eggnog, hot cocktails and winter beer, along with a DJ spinning soul tunes. Who may or may not be wearing a sweater.
