A Mr. Weekend picked up your tab.
Your Perks: 1) Fine watches from Japan, for 30% off the going rate. 2) The perfect razor (or a dapper shaving kit) from Baxter of California. 3) A bottle of Widow Jane 7 Year—the bourbon that top shelves were made for.
There was once a little garrison of Italian deliciousness called DePasquale’s Homemade Pasta Shoppe. But it was too small for all the deliciousness. So Frank DePasquale opened Bricco Salumeria & Pasta Shoppe, housing more homemade sauces, cured meats, panini and over 100 kinds of pasta. We’re sure spaghetti is in there somewhere.
Ivy-style stronghold North River Outfitter is making up for all those times you didn’t buy Castaway critter cords and Peter Millar cashmere sweaters at up to 70% off. Or took advantage of a flat 40% off Barbour jackets and Patagonia fleeces. Do the right thing this time.
Scissors. Terrible for running. Just fine for cutting pizza. So the folks behind this new pie joint are using them to cut sheets of doughy, Roman-style pizza with toppings like handmade buffalo mozzarella or smoked salmon. And you pay by the ounce, not the slice. Guess ounces are big in Rome.
Your tests just came back. And we don’t know how to say this, but... your flamenco levels are dangerously low. Luckily, you can catch some of the Spanish dance tradition’s greatest practitioners this weekend at the Berklee Performance Center. We expect a full recovery.
You may be alarmed when Frank Sinatra appears at Strega Prime and starts belting out “Fly Me to the Moon” during brunch. Until you realize it’s not Frank Sinatra but a professional crooner who sounds a lot like Ol’ Blue Eyes. Still, you’ll take it.
