Put a little weekend in your heart.
Your Perks: 1) Date night with dinner and drinks on a Moroccan-inspired rooftop. It’s like winter isn’t even happening. 2) A fitted button-down from Jared Lang. You’ve never looked better. 3) An entire trolley for you and up to 33 friends to do whatever you want with. Cocktailing is one option.
A bit over a year ago, a top-secret, password-only LA pop-up sushi operation came to town. With them: the finest fish, the customest cocktails and a concert to boot. Then they were gone. They didn’t call. They didn’t write. Now they’re back. Will you forgive them? Hint: yes.
Heavy wool blankets, heavy wool-knit caps and heavy wool shackets. Go outside and think on how you feel about those concepts. Then come back in and plan to check out Best Made’s sale, where they’ve got them for not very much. Way to logic.
Assuming you plan on eating Saturday and Sunday, we’ll assume part of that strategy will include brunch. So let us submit you consuming “Improved” (with rum) mimosas and baked eggs with chorizo and artichoke at Little Park. It’s a more... specific strategy.
Bridge pose. Downward dog. “Enter Sandman.” Oh yes, this is metal yoga. We have no idea how it’ll work out. But it certainly kills off Enya once and for all.
A few things are happening at Spotted Pig Sunday. One: you’re getting a three-course, whisky-paired Scottish meal from April Bloomfield. Two: you’re celebrating the poet Robert Burns. Three: there will be bagpipes. Four: you will be playing them. Five: four’s not true.
