There’s no place like weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A colorful collection of slim-fitting Jared Lang shirts. Because spring is a season that’s happening now. 2) Gordie Howe, Martin Brodeur and other hockey greats signed their jerseys for you. You can thank them never. 3) Exquisite, Swiss-made watches you could gift for Mother’s Day. Or keep for yourself.
Johnny’s Hideaway is turning 36. So show up tonight, locate the buffet, locate the open bar, then locate a cougar den and ask if they’re also turning 36. They’ll laugh. You’ll laugh. Sinatra will come on. Johnny’s.
This is the part where you find out your favorite popsicle dynasty has gone from the streets to the stage in a musical adaptation of their rise to glory. Yep. There’s a King of Pops musical now. And naturally, it’s set in a postapocalyptic world. Hopefully chocolate sea salt still exists there.
This Sunday, while you’re at Empire State South brunching and bocce-ing and sipping mimosas, you’ll also be perusing things like handmade wallets and Kilim rug slippers from Oakleaf & Acorn and Res Ipsa. Because they’ll both be there, too. And that’s okay. You’re okay with that.
You could go to southern Spain. You could leave tomorrow. Make your way to some rooftop and drink $4 tinto de veranos, eat half-price charred, steamed leeks and listen to a flamenco guitarist. Or you could just do that every Sunday at Gypsy Kitchen instead. We’ll also accept “both.”
The Atlanta Waterworks Park is getting closer to completion. And to help it out, you’ll soon find yourself at Monday Night Brewing, drinking beer, listening to live music and eating things from places like Oddbird and Figo. Eating biscuits and drinking beer is the least you could do.
