No way. A four-leaf weekend.
This week’s Perks: $150 toward a portrait made from your DNA, and a 25-dose supply of hangover cures for 37 bucks. Oh, and exclusively for Outlook.com members, Virgin America is taking 20% off a select flight. (If you somehow don’t have an Outlook.com account... you should probably get on that.)
You could take your date to a white-linen dinner spot. Or to a... vegan spot. But not to a white-linen vegan spot. Because they didn’t exist. Oh hey, check out Crossroads—a nice-looking restaurant in the old Philippe Chow space. You’d never guess you couldn’t get a steak. Until you order.
When Campanile closed, you went into mourning—honestly, it was partially a grilled cheese thing. But chef Mark Peel’s infamous grilled cheese Thursday nights are now back, sort of, at 3Twenty just up the street. The room may be completely different, but the cheese is still between bread.
The Royce. It was a pretty fancy hotel restaurant. It was pretty well-liked all around. It was... only a matter of time before it became a steakhouse. Their secret: meat grilled on seasonal wood. Because there’s nothing worse than out-of-season white oak.
You never know what you’ll score at Wasteland on Melrose. One day you might find a pile of steeply discounted A.P.C. and Theory. The next time, not so much. Hit their off-site sample sale on Saturday and, if nothing else, you can expect an open bar. Because they have one.
March 17, 2012. St. Patrick’s Day was not St. Patrick’s Day. For the first time since the Irish existed (give or take a few years), there was no Tom Bergin’s. Closed for renovations. This year they make up for all that, with obscene amounts of beer and corned beef. Least they could do.
