The weekend is polishing the pots and pans.
Your Perks: 1) A massive block of pink Himalayan salt that makes steak taste amazing. (It does a number on shrimp, too.) 2) 50% off a pair of powerful wireless headphones. 3) 25% off a box of cocktails in chocolate form. Give them to Mom. Maybe.
Say you’ve got a post-work-drinks date falling right in choppy happy hour waters. Don’t worry. This can work. 1826 has a tufted-leather couch, plenty of dollar oysters and a glass of gratis champagne for you each. And more ungratis champagne.
Friday at sundown: that’s generally about the time you start craving pitchers of margaritas and 12-hour Carolina pulled pork, and you wouldn’t even mind a mechanical bull in the vicinity if it comes to that. Well, another Brother Jimmy’s now exists on Sunset Drive, and... it has come to that.
Finally, the Snail of Approval Tasting at the Raleigh—you thought it would never get here. It’s the kind of party where you’re near a beautiful pool, an open vodka bar and food from esteemed slow-foodists like Kush, Oak Tavern and Edge Steak & Bar. So the good kind of party.
Every once in a while, the unthinkable happens. You reach your red-wine-and-steak quota. Time to mix it up with a three-course, beer-paired Asian/Hawaiian dinner at OTC—Spam croquettes, Korean ribs and a passion fruit IPA are all involved. You probably haven’t hit your Spam croquette quota.
It happened. Paradise Farms, and its monthly Dinner in Paradise series, well... bought the farm. Or sold it, rather. Meaning now’s your last chance for a memorable night of farm-to-table finery from Cecconi’s, Salumeria and Bread & Butter chefs. Reserve your seats before Friday at noon, so they know to harvest your salad.
