Supercalifragilisticexpialiweekend.
Your Perks: 1) A date of cocktails, appetizers and live jazz at the Beverly Hills Hotel. 2) An exclusive VIP suite at the Cosmo, where girls in tutus deliver your bottles. 3) Your very own jellyfish aquarium—an astounding piece of LED-lit art housing three pet jellyfish. (Start brainstorming names.)
There’s this painter. Robert Standish. He likes painting pictures of pretty girls bathing. You could see his stuff A) at a gallery... or B) at the kickoff of Art House Nights, a roving art party at great hotels. DJs and drink specials are involved. To be clear, you’re going with B) here.
Fried chicken from Ludo’s truck: you’ve... had your share. But you’ve had considerably less top-tier prosciutto. Until Friday, when Prosciutto di Parma takes it over. This means prosciutto sandwiches and, most importantly, a prosciutto pit stop at Covell. Yes, Covell drummed up some wine pairings. Just in case you’re interested.
Take a look at Etchea, and it looks like a pretty typical French bakery. Sure, there’s a bread counter. Sure, they’ll bake you cake. What’s that? Laurent Quenioux helped out with the menu? So you can also try a fire-roasted eggplant sandwich with zucchini-mushroom-basil soup? Oh.
Beer-steamed Maryland blue crab. Grilled corn on the cob with barbecue-spiced butter. Olive oil cake. All those things have a certain kind of August-Sunday-ness about them. Or they will, if you go to the “backyard” (aka parking lot) at Freddy Smalls. It’s probably the best way to fill your August-olive-oil-cake quota, really.
Bar crawl: you go to a lot of bars and drink some drinks. ThreadCrawl: you go to a lot of shops like Confederacy and Kin, and you buy some pants at up to 70% off. (Note: you have to buy a ticket first for that to happen.) Bonus: no pants-related hangover.
