The weekend is calling tails.
Here’s how you’ll win Valentine’s Day this year: 1) Get a box of spiked chocolates for 25% off. 2) (Barely) dress her in some French-lace lingerie from Fleur du Mal. 3) Send a bouquet of fresh roses (grown on a South American volcano)—for $32. Then... commence the ravishing.
Three Sheets is having a Russian-themed party tomorrow night. Which as far as themes go, pretty easy one to nail. You’ve got your vodka (check) and... well, that’s really all you need. But they’ll also have a Russian DJ and a loosely enforced Soviet dress code. Throw on the most Gorbachev-y thing you own.
If you’re in the market for dessert for brunch on Saturday... High Road. That’s the ticket. They’ll be serving up things like pancakes with bourbon ice cream and “The Burger” (brioche, Nutella, roasted bananas). Maybe don’t add cheese.
A long time ago, someone poured something sour and something pisco into a glass. It was the first pisco sour. It was good. So good that like a million years later, it was honored with a holiday. Saturday: observe it at Prohibition. They’re making a few complimentary rounds to celebrate. And you’re drinking them.
This Sunday, you’ll want to head to the lobby between Southern Art and Bourbon Bar. They’re having a New Orleans–style Super Bowl party there. You’ll find a special menu with gumbo, po’boys, Sazeracs and hurricanes. You’ll also find a giant flat-screen. You know, for watching commercials.
It’s late. You’ve been Sound Table–ing. You need nourishment. Head down the street to BQE. It’s a new lounge that feels like a jazz player’s apartment (black velvet banquettes, copper lamps, a backlit photo of New York) and they’re serving red velvet chicken and waffles till nearly 3am. So nice of them.
