The weekend’s father knows best.
The Perks of summer: 1) 30% off dapper sneakers (the kinds you can wear sans socks) from Amsterdam Shoe Co. 2) Ultra-lightweight hammocks that feel like cozy kangaroo pouches. 3) A no-electricity-required bamboo amplifier for your smartphone. Bring it wherever summer takes you...
There’s a new professional-sounding bar near the UIC campus. It’s called Ph.D Pub. It’s got 77 beers, live jazz nights and an official BYOF policy. The F is for food. The Ph.D is for Doctor of Philosophy, but turns out that’s less interesting.
A day at the beach with wine, whiskey and a pig on a spit: solid way to spend an afternoon. It also sounds like a lot to squeeze into your Igloo. So the nice people behind this little beach party will lay it all out for you. Because that’s what nice people do.
Father’s Day idea: drive Pops to Indianapolis where—after signing a waiver—he’ll be strapped into an Indy car and zipped around the oval track at a maximum speed of 60 mph. Which honestly seems like a pretty good dad speed.
The Dawson in West Town is gearing up for a patio party with live music, a roasted pig (great weekend theme, that) and a little something called the Broiled Vodka Lemonade. Ain’t no party like a broiled vodka lemonade party.
Sometimes you want a taco. Sometimes you want more of an Asian thing. And from now on, you will never again know the pain of not having both at the same time. This tiny new Roscoe Village Mexican-Asian mashup has Asian-y tacos and Mexican-y stir fry, and that’s weird. Delicious, though. Still delicious.
