The days grow shorter, the weekend grows longer.
Perks. Get some: 1) 25% off dapper Italian-leather shoes so comfortable, you’ll feel like you’re getting a foot massage. 2) 20% off the Equil JOT—an amazing smartpen that syncs everything you write to your devices. 3) Your very own personalized champagne sabre. Just in time for champagne-popping season.
Most days, you walk into the Harvard Square Goorin Bros. and see hats. But some days, you walk in and see whiskey, Japanese-textile shirts from Osmium, trunk show discounts... and hats. Guess which kind of day this is.
The Proper Slice on Newbury is dead. Yep. But like a pizza phoenix, it’s risen again as the Dirty Water Dough Co. And it brought with it things like a pizza topped with Fenway Franks and dough made from a specially brewed IPA. So its A-game.
Whisky Saigon: a new nightclub opening in what was once the Gypsy Bar. Whisky: a brown liquor you will be consuming at its pre-opening party with attractive brunette people. Saigon: the capital of South Vietnam. Saigon is the wild card here.
Whatever your plans for Saturday morning are, don’t change them. Not even if someone offers you 9am tacos. Not even if they’re bacon-egg-and-cheese breakfast tacos. Served from a pop-up in Union Square that only exists for three hours. Okay, change them.
The Salty Pig. Monday through Saturday, it’s a thoroughly modern haven of charcuterie and cheese. But on Sundays, it transforms into an old-school Italian joint. The kind with red-checkered tablecloths, eggplant parmesan and a Sinatra soundtrack. If only they had some nonna walking around pinching cheeks.
