The weekend saw <em>your</em> shadow.
Your Valentine’s Day toolbox is now well stocked with supplies from the love experts at Jimmyjane. We’re also making sure you have at least twice the usual amount of lingerie on hand for the occasion and a two-hour private Polaroid session where someone can... display it.
We don’t mean to panic you, but you only have until 7pm tonight to order chili by the gallon from Butcher & the Burger. Okay, we see you’re panicking. Deep breath. Focus. But whatever you do, don’t forget to order some blue-cheese-stuffed, bacon-wrapped meatball skewers, too.
You’ve got a lot on your plate for your Super Bowl party: color calibration, speaker placement, halftime karaoke-contest pyrotechnics. Leave the cooking to Barn & Company—their to-go spread is pretty solid: five chickens, 10 slabs, 60 wings, etc. Freeing you to track down that marching band you ordered.
Perhaps someone’s going to feel neglected on Sunday. So a pregame day trip’s in order. Drive north, and stop when the sky becomes littered with hot-air balloons and the streets are filled with chili cook-offs, ice sculptures and kazoo marching bands. Maybe the Re/Max guy can give you a lift home.
Pork and the Super Bowl. They have a pretty well-established relationship. You respect that. But sometimes you want to stray. So in addition to a pig roast, Sunda’s entire menu is half off. Then again, there’s chocolate-covered bacon for dessert. You always come back to bacon.
Loud, sweaty sports bars are absolutely the best places to be on Super Sunday. Obviously. But a very, very close second: opulent steakhouses. Sit at the bar, drink martinis and nosh complimentary flatbreads, mini tacos, beef tenderloin sliders and chicken satays and watch the game. Gronkowski jersey not required.
