Would you care for an after-dinner weekend?
Your Perks: 1) Up to 69% off Maceoo polos, blazers and button-downs. The French seem to be fond of them. 2) A revitalizing juice cleanse, because sometimes you’ve got to balance the bad with the good. 3) The workout clothes they’d use to exercise in space. Houston, we have a... high-performance shirt.
Believe us. If we could simply conjure a BBQ pork banh mi with a fried egg on top into your hands at this very moment, we would. We can’t. But now that Night Market’s doing lunch, they can. You still have to go there first.
“It was Valentine’s night, so I went to Aeronaut. They were screening a Buster Keaton silent comedy with live musical accompaniment and releasing a new dark chocolate milk stout. Then I locked eyes with a beautiful, lonely stranger.” And that’s the story of how you... did that stuff.
Q: When is Audubon not Audubon?
A: This Saturday night, when it transforms into a dance club called the Red Room complete
with a DJ and an outdoor patio bar supplying frozen cocktails and rum snow cones. You’ll let them
reference Fifty Shades of Grey for that.
You’re stumbling through waist-high snow banks. You may not make it. Then, up ahead: a vision of Cubano tortas, fresh grapefruit palomas and plates of tortilla chips smothered in carnitas and sunny-side-up eggs. That’s no mirage. It’s Loco’s new brunch. Plus mirages only happen in deserts.
If we were liars, we’d tell you that the Beehive canceled its annual Mardi Gras blowout due to an unforeseen bead shortage. If we were honest, we’d tell you that it’s still on, with all the seafood jambalaya and brass instruments it demands. And beads. And we aren’t liars.
