Here we go, weekend, here we go.
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You look pretty good right now. Pants pressed. Shoes shined. And by God, that’s a pocket square. So we’ve scored you an invite to the otherwise-private Suitsupply penthouse party with an open bar, Goose Island beer and all the dapperness you can dish out.
Parliament, that champagne-drenched club that we told you about a couple weeks ago, opens the Kensington, its rooftop playpen, tonight. It’s a nice place to watch the sunset, drink a #10 (champagne, vodka, pear, brandy) and... well, that’s enough.
Many people talk about chicken and waffles. Not enough people turn their North Center French bistro into a breakfast-and-lunch café specializing in them. So salute chef Gilbert Langlois, who has done just that. He’ll also serve you po’boys, banana pound cake french toast and other acts of culinary heroism.
There’s nothing like a good, crazy house party. Unless... it’s a gathering in a new club that feels like a good, crazy house party. With DJs, appetizers, cocktails and models. Sort of like this benefit for Habitat for Humanity. But one difference: no neighbors telling you to turn down the music.
Take seven chefs (Bill Kim, Shin Thompson, Brian Jupiter, etc.). Put them in a beer garden. See what happens. Oh, wait. Give them seafood to cook for you. That’s more interesting. And give you beer and bourbon. The result: this party on Sunday at Frontier. Scientific calculator not required.
