The weekend calls. You answer.
...thanks to this high-tech kit that keeps track of your belongings via your iPhone. Plus, we’re getting you rakish dress shirts from Bespoken (made by Turnbull & Asser and cut from Thomas Mason cloth), along with artful prints of your college campus.
Tonight, Bar DeVille celebrates the shoegazing, trip-hop and electronica-y era in which Tricky, Björk and Portishead were celebrated as gods among men. Or at least a time when you listened to them a lot more. Plus, it also promises to be a good place to meet someone wearing a swan.
Watching people eat as many chicken wings as possible isn’t exactly on your top list of things to do on a Friday evening. Change it to duck wings, though, and you might have something. Throw in some gratis oysters and cocktails—and it’s just the sport you’ve been looking for.
For three hours on Saturday, you and a beer stein will be set loose in the Grand Hall at Union Station as 50 of the country’s finest brewers (Bell’s, New Holland, Goose Island) pour you as many beers as you demand. And under these circumstances, go ahead, be demanding.
Consider the lobster. Now consider the lobster claw. Okay, it’s no tail, but it has charms, too. So the folks at this little gem of a Lincoln Park pub have dedicated three hours of all-you-can-eat, butter-soaked reverence to the little grabbers. Bibs optional.
To celebrate one year of successful shucking, those kind people at GT Fish & Oyster will provide you with a half-dozen oysters just for coming in and ordering anything else in the dining room. We suggest another half-dozen of the oysters.
