The weekend is commemorating Cate Blanchett’s park bench.
Thanks to your good Perksmanship, you’re getting: 1) 40% off extremely handsome and extremely British leather-and-tweed bags. 2) 20% off a universal cable that will charge almost anything. 3) Detachable pro-grade camera lenses for your phone. Because man cannot live on Instagram filters alone.
Your weekend forecast: 70 degrees, maybe. Your other weekend forecast: 40% off on preppy Gant shirts, Levi’s Vintage denim... and some warm layers from Pendleton, in case you’re feeling pessimistic about your first forecast’s chances.
After an unexpectedly debaucherous Thursday night dissolves into a painful Friday, you start asking yourself the difficult questions. Like if you need a banh mi or a sloppy joe. Luckily, the new Bun Mee, twice the original’s size, has that Sloppy Bun—a Vietnamese sloppy joe, sorta. Difficult questions averted.
You know what would be really sad, would be if a place called Chile Pies boldly moved into the pie-for-brunch sphere, with egg-filled pies, walnut-and-syrup pies, all sorts of pies, really, and if when they did this you didn’t go eat pie for brunch this weekend. Wouldn’t that be sad?
The Oscars, the Super Bowl—whatever. Hard to care too much when the contenders aren’t cheese. So: Sunday at Public Works, the Cheesemonger Invitational is basically the Super Bowl of cheese. You can sample thousands of cheeses while cheese makers battle for important cheese-related titles, or ribbons or something. Anyway. Cheese.
When Bigfoot Lodge closed, things were looking kind of bleak on your drinking-in-rustic-cabin-bars front. Were. Now Cabin is open in that spot, log walls intact, only with more martini options and 49er-attuned flat-screens. Suddenly, it’s like Bigfoot wasn’t real.
