Grapevines hear it through the weekend.
Sometimes you find yourself on Polk Street. Doing things. Drinking things. And sometimes you wish Kasa would open a new location there that’s open until the wee hours of the night to feed you lamb curry and turkey-kebab kati rolls. Right. Nailed it.
The Bourbon & Branch guys have been busy lately. Let’s see, they’ve completely remodeled Swig, added a hidden photo booth (no, really, it’s hidden) and, most importantly, started stashing off-menu whiskey bottles from the likes of Pappy Van Winkle and George T. Stagg. You like it when they’re busy.
Boardshorts with little palm trees all over them. Raglan-sleeve windbreakers. Fast-drying wetsuits. These are the kinds of things that are on sale right now at Mollusk. And by default, these are the kinds of things you should immediately place upon your body. Well, that was easy.
Converse. You know those guys. They make foot bags. Appendage chambers. Shoes. And now, they’ve just made a massive store on Market Street. There’s even a custom shop where they’ll screen print your own graphics onto a pair of All Stars. Or better yet, a picture of your face.
It’s that time of year again. The time when you go to Epic Roasthouse for the sole purpose of tasting endless pinots (Hirsch, Kutch, Freeman) and endless porky things (slow-roasted fennel porchetta, honey-roasted spare ribs) in honor of... well, nothing. It’s just to do it.
