You dropped the ball on Flag Day. It’s okay. It happens. But Father’s Day: you’re going to leave a trail of lesser offspring in your wake. And you’ll do it with this stuff. You’ve got two days.
The ice pick that killed Trotsky. Laser obstacle courses. These are things Dad’s into. Hell, he’s even okay with Times Square. So you’ll take him on this enlightening tour of espionage history. Points for educational-ness.
Thomas Keller’s kept his legendary Ad Hoc fried chicken West Coast–only for years. But this Sunday, it’s coming to Bouchon for walk-in-only brunch devourage. Fortunately, you know just the guy to walk in and devour it.
If you had to break it down, you’d describe your dad’s scent as leathery, smoky and fresh-towels-y. So this barbershop-scented candle should complement his paternal musk nicely. His secret lavender spritz is also in there.
Pops could definitely use a massage. He will never ask for one. So you’ll lure him into it here with the promise that hard alcohol will be involved. Some of it is even for drinking.
You’ve fished with the old man. It was... frustrating. But after this class, the trout’ll be jumping into his bare hands. They’ve got spots open for Sunday (if you call them by 4pm today, so call). Maybe get him one of those funny hats, too.
It’s happened. The gut’s becoming visible. And he’s entering the “get off my lawn” phase. But he’s going to bring class to it, as only he can, with vintage sprinklers that are more for inspiration than for watering. Yeah, they’re the spinny kind.
