The weekend will have its people call your people.
We’re hooking you up with five hours in a private jet—anytime you’d like—with tickets to the final round of this year’s Masters. Plus, we’re sending you three pet jellyfish in an aquarium that doubles as an art installation and superb handmade leather belts from Taylor Stitch.
In the former home of Cavas, you’ll now find... wine. Also: sandwiches. A hundred different varieties, to be exact. 100 Montaditos has opened up a South Miami outpost of their Spanish pub, and on Wednesdays, all montaditos and pours of Mahou ring in at $1. Pace yourself.
Mozart: the 18th century’s answer to Tiësto. And if Wolfgang were around, he’d host something like the Pulse event at the New World Center—a night where classical music will be deftly mixed into DJ-spun electronica. “Eine kleine Nachtmusik” needed more drum and bass.
At Taste of Brickell, you’ll take in an exotic car show (think: Lamborghinis and Ferraris) while filling up on wine and dishes from neighborhood restaurants (think: AltaMare and Edge). No, they won’t let you drive the Lambo.
Your brunch staples: Bacon. Bloodys. More bacon. And now: dulce de leche french toast. Your friends at Lolita Cocina are launching brunch, with Bloody Marias, Gordo Tortas (slow-roasted pork, avocado, Oaxaca cheese) and Ice & Coco milkshakes with rum and coconut ice cream. Or Mr. and Mrs. T, if you insist on being formal.
Pinch yourself. Go ahead, do it—because Brady Lowe, the mastermind behind Cochon 555, is combining culinary powers with Sugarcane’s Timon Balloo for one night. A hint of the madness to come: pig-suet pie and pig-head crépinette. Leave no pig part behind.
