Weekends of the world unite.
Summer Fridays: we hardly knew ye. But you can commemorate the spirit of the thing by closing up shop early this final Friday and repairing to Saxon + Parole’s terrace. There, you’ll find live bluegrass and bottled champagne Negronis... Fall Fridays really need to become a thing.
Jeopardy time:
A: Baseball, apple pie and
the Denny’s Grand Slam.
Q: What are the three most American things that exist?
Speaking of, the city’s first-ever Denny’s is in FiDi now. Expect the usual: pancakes, sausage...
bottles of Dom and a cocktail bar. Just look what you’ve done to Denny’s...
Claudette: it’s charming, French and has no brunch. But one of those things is no longer true. Hint: the answer involves pastries with spiced honey and cocktails with jam in them. Okay, no more hints...
The only hard-and-fast rule for the unofficial last day of summer: be outside. Your options: 1) Maison Premiere’s back garden (pictured), where you’ll find absinthe cocktails, clam bakes and gypsy jazz. 2) M. Wells Steakhouse, where the patio will have lobster, a DJ and possible pétanque. The official sport of not laboring.
The next couple months could go either way—Indian summer or crisp, cool autumn. Your rebuttal: temperature-regulating dress shirts and moisture-wicking polos from the folks at Ministry of Supply, who are in town for a one-day-only pop-up. September never stood a chance.
