The weekend only watches for the commercials.
Your Perks: 1) An umbrella that’s rip-proof, weightless and practically built for “historic” winter storms. 2) A high-precision fitness band that analyzes your every move. Tell your personal trainer he’s fired. 3) Chanel. Chocolates. Steak dinner. Basically everything your Valentine’s Day requires.
The Webster is hosting a little shindig. Seems that the guys over at Del Toro have collaborated with Dallas Mavericks forward Chandler Parsons on some shoes, and they’re celebrating it over there with vodka and beer. So go. Drink. Buy some shoes. No one said this was hard.
Imagine yourself with a fetching so-and-so. Now imagine the both of you roaming a softly lit botanical garden at dusk. Music wafting through the trees. Wine and drink flowing freely through the night. A bounty of edibles from Oolite, Via Verdi and Michelle Bernstein before you. Anyway, that’s tonight. Imagine that.
This Saturday, they’re filling up the Fillmore with 400 different types of liquor. Oh, sure, you’ll also find chewable sustenance from the likes of Jeremiah Bullfrog and the Cypress Room, cigars and barbershop booths. That’s nice. But let’s not lose sight of what’s important here—400 spirits. Also: haircuts.
If you’re the type who sits back and lets Bloody Marys happen, move along. Nothing to see here. Everyone else: Restaurant Michael Schwartz has a new Bloody Mary bar where you and a barkeep will construct one using beef broth, pickled long beans and whatever else you think might go well with pancakes. So pretty much anything.
For the bathing-suit inclined: A poolside inflatable projection screen at Monty’s. Also:
oysters and beer.
For the barbecue aficionado: Pride and Joy’s smokers churning out ribs in E11even’s
parking lot while the game plays on a 32-foot LED inside.
For the extremely hungry: Endless Kobe corn dogs, caja-china-style pork and an open bar at
Tongue & Cheek.
