In like a lion, out like a weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A two-year digital subscription to Playboy and access to all the back issues. So, everything. 2) Boxing gloves signed by Pacquiao and Mayweather. Apparently they have a big fight coming up or something. 3) A whole spring’s worth of button-ups. Bring on the alfresco brunches.
Step one: Order the smoked-bone-marrow dish.
Step two: Eat the smoked-bone-marrow dish.
Step three: Order a shot of the Amaro Averna, which they’ll pour down the bone, so the
amaro gets some extra smokiness on its journey.
Step four: Order another smoked-marrow-bone di—no, one was plenty.
So many robots at the Academy of Sciences tonight. It’s probably the only place you could catch a cage-fighting drone battle (that’d be “Game of Drones”), an R2-D2 replica and a roving robot named Beam. But you never know. There might be other places.
There’s an open-bar situation at Azalea on Friday. Reason being, the people behind the SoCal surfy clothing line called OurCaste are road tripping to the store with some spring stuff for you. Not that a reason was required.
Quick refresher. That Choux Bakery place does French cream puffs. Also, cronuts were a thing that happened that one time. Ergo, Choux Bakery was fated to create the Chounut—it’s a glazed choux pastry that’s shaped like a donut and filled with French custard. They didn’t really have a choice.
Yeah. A chess tournament at a Russian bathhouse. Seems strange and feels right, all at once. Anyway, 30 grand masters will be in the city on Sunday, so Archimedes Banya figured it would be a good time for an open tournament—players get a day pass. Post-chess steam sessions. Sure.
