Grandma got run over by a weekend.
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So the Setai has a new steak spot. They’re grilling up LaFrieda tomahawks and rib eyes and serving them with sauces like béarnaise and black truffle. Which are all things you generally love/wouldn’t mind washing down with a Saigon Gimlet made with chili-infused vodka. Feel the burn.
Tonight, you celebrate the weekend the only way you know how. With beer. And mussels. And... okay, so it’s not the only way you know how, but still. Swing by Brickell Irish Pub later for gratis bivalves and frites, and when you order a draft, you’ll get a second pint, on the house. ’Tis the season, after all.
When it comes to surviving the end of the world, it’s all about one thing: location, location, location. A farm in the middle of nowhere seems like a safe bet. Especially one with a live concert, cold beer and farm to... well, table pass-arounds.
Or if a slab of beef is more your speed, you can kiss the world goodbye at STK. They’re hosting an End of Days dinner with gratis tequila, a performance by Locos Por Juana and sexy Mayan dancers. Seems like a fitting conclusion.
Barbecues by the pool—really, there’s no wrong way, place or time for them. Say, like Saturdays at the Freehand, with live music, Broken Shaker cocktails and your choice of grilled meats and sides. See, no wrong way.
