Weekend into darkness.
Meet your Perks: 1) The world’s smallest earphones—used by the Secret Service and the FBI. 2) Damn handsome Swiss-made watches for 25% off. 3) An exclusive box of everything you need to make next-level s’mores. Think: espresso marshmallows. And then think about building a bonfire...
The Parish is perfect. The Parish should never change. The Parish... is changing. Downstairs is closed. Soon it’ll be a wine bar. Hmm. Well. You do like wine bars. And upstairs, the cocktails are now done by the owners of NYC’s Death + Company. They sound pretty great. Okay, fine, change is good.
Twelve girls. One stage. Minimal clothing. Profound questions about what it all means—mostly the minimal clothing part. What you’re seeing here is Pieces (of Ass), the new 12-part show now in residency at Beacher’s Madhouse. You’re watching it for the articles.
Weekend’s coming. You should hit the bank, make a withdrawal. And you’d like that in meat loaf, please. Yes, Bank of Venice has opened, and long ago it was a bank bank—but now it’s a bar with pub food and house-brewed beer. Check that, bank-brewed beer.
Short rib burgers. Tuscan flatbreads. Liquid-nitrogen margaritas. A bunch of wine to take home. Artisan House really has everything. Except The Goonies playing on a big screen. They never had that. Now they do, Sunday night. Well, looks like that’s everything...
This one’s really simple. You’ll go out. Have yourself a weekend. Then you’ll have yourself a Monday. By Tuesday, we’re guessing you’ll be ready to hit Messhall for $1 oysters and $5 beers. Or as you call it, dinner.
