The weekend’s good enough, it’s smart enough, and doggone it, people like it.
Your Perks include a kit with ghost peppers, secret spices and the juice from award-winning pickles—all for making 10 to 12 killer Bloody Marys. You’re also getting beautiful, limited-edition surf photography, and 30% off at Banana Republic when you Perk with an Outlook.com account. (If you somehow don’t have one, get on it.)
Alchemist. They’re that edgy clothing store on the beach that’s located in a... parking garage. Well, they’ve got a second shop now. And it’s stocked with similar clothes (think Margiela jackets), similar coffee-table books and a similar cooler full of Jugofresh juice. Also, it’s in a garage. So parking shouldn’t be a problem.
Big news if you’re a farmer, werewolf or diehard fan of ocean tide patterns: LMNT is hosting a full-moon party tomorrow night. Expect, well, fire-eating, for starters. But also a DJ, chakra cocktails, hula hooping and a drum circle under the moonlight. May the spirit of McConaughey be with you.
Your biggest problem at midnight on Biscayne: the lack of fried chicken. Well, Blue Collar’s got you. They’re keeping the kitchen cranking until 2am and churning out crispy bird, creamy mashed potatoes and two-for-one Narragansetts. This is a wonderful idea.
A champagne brunch. Really, can’t top it. Unless that champagne’s poured into some risotto. Then... better. Maybe. Anyway, now add some lemon-ricotta pancakes, bottomless Bellinis and a live violinist into the mix, and you’ve got Serafina’s new weekend brunch. You know who would love this: a date. Any date.
Good news, we’re about to use “crawfish boil” and “bottomless beer” in the same sentence. So, the Fed is having crawfish boils with bottomless beer. All the crawfish is being flown up the day before from the Gulf Coast. And all the beer is cold.
