Yes, of course, the weekend will happily be your coxswain.
Father’s Day, covered: we’re hooking you up with 30% off Swiss-made timepieces from Tsovet, plus 30% off classic ’70s-style polos from Boast (John McEnroe’s a fan). Finally: a three-pack of Bacon Explosions (bacon-wrapped sausage marvels) for the price of two. These are some powerful Perks.
The Godfather: good book, great movie. But just imagine how awesome it would have been if William Shakespeare had written it (with notes on the dailies from Robert Evans). Well, imagine no longer, with this performance of the classic gangster story rendered in full, glorious iambic pentameter.
In 1972, the world was simply an awful place. The president tapped your phone. Your slacks were flared. Worse, they were called slacks. But you could get a nice French crepe for almost nothing. La Creperie celebrates 40 years by remembering only the good things with its original prices.
We had a premonition about you: you’re in Union Station’s Grand Hall. You’re drinking wine. You’re meeting winemakers. You’re throwing out terms like “biodynamic viticulture.” You slip into French at one point. You’re also eating Robinson’s ribs. So weird. You don’t even speak French.
We’re not going to ask why you are out until 6am on Saturday. We’re simply going to introduce you to some new friends: the Porky, the Chubby, the Tubby and the Fatty, a team of breakfast sandwiches at Phil’s Last Stand. They’ll want to make sure you get home okay.
The folks at M Burger have a new turkey sandwich. It’s called the Angry Bird. And they really, really want you to try it. Actually, they dare you to try it. In any of three different levels of mouth-blistering intensity. And if you mention us, it’s free. But, diabolically, you’ll have to pay for the Coke.
