The weekend is considering the proper running-short inseam.
Your Perks: 1) A guitar signed by the Stones or the Boss or the... Van Halen. You want. 2) A three-piece hard-shell luggage set that’s practically begging to be taken on vacation. 3) Gallery-worthy canvas prints of some seriously unique artwork. Your walls are ready to make a statement.
Who can say why society always needs to anoint a next big thing. Deep question to ask yourself over Chaya’s new à la carte uni menu—think live urchin sashimi in its shell and uni-topped snow crab cakes. If you don’t figure it out right away, ask again over live urchin sashimi.
The Academy grossly overlooked some contenders this year. Like the one about some guy using an unexpected body part to conduct Beethoven’s Fifth, part of Dan Savage’s dirty film festival. Critical update: turns out, the Academy seems not to have overlooked any contenders.
Hammer and Spear will quadruple its size in a new space on Saturday. So way more room for small-batch cocktail tonics, fine leather bags, finer copper bathtubs and mid-century armchairs. They’ve also found room for their own design firm. In case you prefer leaving vintage-Playboy sourcing to the pros.
Big marathon for you this Sunday—you and a plus-one on the couch, powering through entire seasons of the Netflix oeuvre. To see you through, Ammo’s got three new “binge boxes,” with options like tacos, short ribs and cookies. Don’t forget to hydrate.
There’s never a wrong day for a little Swayze worship, St. Patrick’s Day included. The Greyhound will show this distinguished thespian’s films all day on their big screen while plying you with $4 whiskey shots and drafts from Moylan’s upstate. The connection is somewhat tenuous. Still, Road House.
