The weekend isn’t large, it’s big-boned.
We heard you’re headed to the beach. Here’s 20% off a custom-tailored surfboard, c/o Swami’s and Paul Smith, to help. Also: limited-edition boat shoes from Rancourt and 28% off the best damn umbrella in the world from Blunt. Hey, when it rains, it pours.
The Bar Lab boys giveth and the Bar Lab boys taketh away. Tonight’s your last chance to send off Miami’s first pop-up bar with after-work drink specials like Cocoa Puff Old Fashioneds and cocktails mixed with homemade bitters. No crying into your Cocoa Puffs.
Traditionally, you celebrate someone’s first anniversary with paper. Hmm. Seems kind of arbitrary. It makes much more sense to celebrate with live bands, DJs, a crawfish boil and beer funneling. Especially if you’re a bar in Wynwood named Lester’s.
There’s a time and a place for listening to bluegrass. And that’s in 1946 on a tractor in Tennessee. Or this Saturday in a jet hangar at the Tamiami airport. Also on hand for the festivities: warbird flights, classic planes, muscle cars... and a crap ton of fiddlers.
Notable works of art: the Primavera. American Gothic. The Mona Lisa. And soon, a 56-foot towel canvasing Miami Beach. See, on Monday, artist Misael Soto is going to be laying out a gigantic beach blanket, and you’re invited to come tan/picnic/toss a frisbee on it. Let’s see the Sistine Chapel do that.
Spaghetti is: 1) a good dinner, 2) a great way to dabble in Italian cuisine and 3) a worthy challenger. Because now, Blue Collar is serving up all-you-can-eat spaghetti. Downing three bowls gets you a celebratory tweet from the chef and entry into their Hall of Fame. Also, a stomachache.
