The weekend is selling its naming rights.
It’s not too late: we have some last-minute VIP tickets to this weekend’s Sweetlife fest, with the Shins, Avicii and Kid Cudi. We’re also giving you keys to five of the world’s top supercars (including a Bentley), plus an impossible hookup on a tiny personal trainer you can strap to your waist.
We know what you were thinking the last time you had lobster ravioli at Fiola: “I should be doing this on a rooftop.” Wish granted—but only if it’s with your friends. They’re taking reservations for private groups of up to 150 on their building’s roof deck overlooking Penn Quarter. Good thing lobster cures vertigo.
Tourists blocking your path on the sidewalk: bad. Pop-up BBQ stands blocking your path: great. Now, Fridays in front of Westend mean pork shoulder, brisket, kettle corn and banana pudding with Nilla wafers. If it’s Friday, it’s Nilla wafer day.
You never really plan these things, but occasionally you stumble upon a pole dance or two. And you always have the same thought: “Someone really should win.” Well, now someone can, thanks to the Ms. Virginia pole-dance competition. The winner will be headed to nationals. Like the Continental Congress of pole dancing.
You’re no stranger to fund-raisers. But you might be a stranger to fund-raisers at converted schoolhouses with contortionists, DJs and “spiked prom punch” from five local bartenders. On your plate: six chefs doing whole pig, oysters and burgers. Study up.
Your next business breakfast guests won’t know what hit them. Because what hits them will be skillet pancakes, brioche bread pudding french toast and massive cinnamon-pecan rolls for two, as Blue Duck rolls out its new Southern breakfast. Wear your seersucker on the patio.
