The weekend is securely anchored offshore and awaiting your arrival.
Your Perks: 1) An exclusive ticket to a night of fine French wine and food from a Michelin-starred chef—all in a secret rooftop loft. 2) VIP access to the city’s hottest restaurants. 3) Everything you need to cook six delicious meals at home. Just add date.
Summer. It means cocktail parties. It means Millennium Park picnics. It means backyard cookouts. It means doing them all at once at this mega-cookout under the Bean featuring more than a dozen chefs from the likes of Taco Joint, the Dawson and Tesori. Is what it means.
You may need to leave the office a little early tomorrow. Say it’s important. An emergency. Whatever. Just hurry to this new ice cream pop-up, which appears for precisely two hours every week. This week’s flavors: blueberry waffle and grasshopper. Two more reasons why God invented summer hours.
The Chicago Artists Coalition is hosting Starving Artist, a food-and-cocktail gala in the West Loop with chefs from Yusho, Balena and Nellcôte. You’ll consume culinary delights. You’ll look at art. You’ll ponder the irony of this being called Starving Artist.
Pitch 1: Midnight Run meets Colonel Sanders.
Pitch 2: Lethal Weapon with chicken wings instead of guns.
We have no idea how this buddy movie meets documentary about chicken wings ever got greenlit, but it did.
And you get gratis wings with your ticket. So you’re going.
You have a date coming up. You want to go somewhere romantic, alfresco and off-the-beaten-path. You also want to stick things in clarified butter. Oh, we know just the place: this beachside café, which recently launched a Sunday-only lobster prix fixe feast. The lobster. The lobster goes in the butter.
