The weekend doesn’t care what the groundhog said. Early springs for everyone.
Your Perks: 1) Up to 53% off any number of shirts, blazers and ties from Descendant of Thieves. They specialize in handsome. 2) Moscow Mule mugs made from 100% copper. It’s so metal of you. 3) A portable, digital guitar. 2015 is the year you teach yourself to play.
Breaking News: Police are currently in pursuit of the 1968 Citroën “Firecakes Donuts” truck that’s been terrorizing the city—albeit with an intoxicating assortment of fancy-pants donuts—since departing from its River North outpost last week. Early reports suggest they just really want to try some. Police jokes.
Two important things happened on Monday. The first involved a groundhog. The second involved the opening of Mirador, an unpretentious little neighborhood bistro with hot toddies, sweet potato risotto and fresh popcorn tossed with white chocolate and truffle oil. Right, so one important thing happened on Monday.
The J. Parker recently unveiled a retractable glass roof on its 13th-floor patio. Inside, you’ll find beef shank chili, shrimp sliders, bourbon-mezcal cocktails and floor-to-ceiling windows through which to gaze upon the majestic city skyline. Gazing is sort of your thing.
As a delegate to this year’s annual Cider Summit at Navy Pier, you’ll have the opportunity to sample as many of their 150-plus hard ciders—from gin-barrel-aged to bourbon-flavored to dry-hopped—as you can in the four hours allotted. Doesn’t necessarily mean you should. Still.
You’re at a sexy Latin-fusion joint. A three-course brunch presents itself, each course more indulgent than the last. In the distance: live music. Suddenly: you’re sitting front row at a full-fledged Valentine’s Day–themed lingerie fashion show. Normally this would be the part where you wake up.
