There’s no time like the weekend.
Welcome to the future: where you’ll glide to the beach in a sleek, gasless electronic bike called the Jetson. Where your iPhone doubles as a remote-controlled camera, taking your conference calls to the next level. Where your mom wakes up to a diamond watch flown in from Paris. The future is now.
If you happen to find yourself in the general vicinity of Atlantic Station (it happens), then it may be in your best interest to stop by Bill Hallman. Which reminds us... there’s a Bill Hallman there now. You know their deal: loafers, henley tees, that sort of thing. Stock up accordingly.
Viable reasons to visit an art gallery: 1) a third date, 2) an excuse to wear an ascot, 3) tastefully done nudes. Now that we’ve established motive, consider swinging by Castleberry Hill tomorrow night, when there’s an art show celebrating the female form... and tapas. Two of nature’s greatest creations.
Saturday. If there were ever a day made for eating barbecue and drinking beer, that’d be it. You’ll spend this one over at SweetWater, knocking back drafts and trying ribs from notables like DBA and Sweet Auburn BBQ. Oh, there’ll also be a band and skee-ball. The official sport of brisket-eating.
Officially, the best thing about Mother’s Day is showing Ma how much you appreciate her. Unofficially, it’s the brunch. This year, how about treating her (and by proxy, yourself) to a feast of french toast and Kumamoto oysters. One’s topped with roast peaches, and the other: prosecco horseradish. Guess which is which.
Perfect gift for the mother who has it all: a food that doesn’t exist. See, Cibo is putting together a special menu for Sunday featuring a Wonka-inspired Italian brioche toast with mascarpone, rosemary maple syrup and a heaping of snozberries. Until proven otherwise, we’ll assume they taste like chicken.
