The weekend has so many people to thank.
Your Perks: 1) A vintage Rolex. Or two. Or three. “Too much of a good thing” does not apply. 2) An umbrella that’ll text you if you leave it behind. Good friend, this umbrella. 3) A Versace suit. You know, the internationally renowned house of—anyway, yes, Versace.
From 7am to 5pm: You’ve got a bustling, newsstand-inspired café conducive to sipping Bow
Truss coffee and eating homemade sticky-bun muffins.
From 5 to 11pm: You’re in a cozy little wine bar with charcuterie from West Loop Salumi
and, yes, good wine.
After 11pm: We mentioned this is in the Virgin Hotel, right...
Us: There’s a new upscale Italian joint in River North. You: Another one? Us: Yeah, we know. But this one’s in Eataly. And it’ll be the perfect setting for all your housemade-pork-sausage and squid-ink-and-calamari-pasta business lunches. You: Those exist? Us: Yeah.
Past the graffitied brick wall, through the nondescript black door, under the foreboding red lightbulb, up the narrow stairwell to the dimly lit room with jet-black furniture, vintage red wallpaper and a generous assortment of beer and whiskey, there’s... a pretty great disco dance party going on. Obviously.
One weekend a year, Haberdash reaches down from its gilded menswear throne to take up to 75% off the price of select items from brands like Gitman Vintage and Rogue Territory. That weekend is nigh. And by nigh, we mean this weekend. It’s this weekend.
“I’d like to thank Pump Room for hosting this wonderful soiree. The chefs, for cooking this delicious four-course meal. And most of all, my beautiful date, without whom I would’ve never known what ‘Le Smoking’ attire meant.” —You, upon receiving the Best Dressed Award at the Public hotel’s Oscars party
