Champagne sabers the weekend.
Your final Perks of 2013: 1) Supremely elegant, old-timey maps of the world’s most iconic cities. For 50% off. 2) Up to 25% off pocket-size power grids—so you never have to deal with dead-phone anxiety again. 3) A four-pack of Tuscany’s best wines. This is what feasts are made for.
You know Ribelle. It’s that Brookline restaurant that’s not a Chinese restaurant unless chef Tim Maslow decides it is for New Year’s Eve only by teaming up with a fellow Momofuku alum to serve a five-course Chinese New Year’s dinner with Peking duck and black sesame ice cream. Then it is.
You’ve only got a few hours of 2013 left. Best to spend them in the direct vicinity of as many meat-carving stations, dessert spreads and units of champagne you can find. And we hear the Fairmont Battery Wharf might have all that stuff. This just in: it will. It definitely will.
So this “2014” is happening after all. And speakeasy-gastropub Stoddard’s is the only place where you can celebrate it. Okay, so you can celebrate it anywhere. But they’ll still be serving up Gatsby-era cocktails and projecting the countdown on a 60-foot screen. Which did not come from the Gatsby era.
There’s an old superstition that goes: if you don’t start the new year by consuming beer-bacon biscuits and something called “drunk soup” (hint: noodles) at West Bridge’s “Drunch,” your next year will not be full of good fortune. Better safe than sorry.
