The weekend knows Bryce Harper.
Your Perks: 1) Vintage Rolexes. Today is totally the day you take the plunge. 2) Cigars made from carefully aged Dominican tobacco. Your barbecues wouldn’t be the same without them. 3) Bold shirts and polos from a Milanese brand that’s achieved international acclaim. No big whoop.
Anywhere you go, all of a sudden, it’s biscuits. Like... Del Ray. Here’s an outfit called Stomping Ground. They only serve breakfast and lunch. But biscuits all the time. Plus hand pies, scones, coffee cake and other buttery things that can be improved only by spreading more butter on them.
It’s that time of year again. The time when you rent a vessel that floats. Head out to the middle of the river. And get hungry. And thirsty. Enter Nauti Foods, the Potomac’s first food boat, which this year has added beer taps to its lineup of gelato and bagels. Just don’t paddle under the influence.
Think of this as Patty Boom Boom in exile. And outdoors. All evening, DJs from the dearly departed reggae/dubstep club will take over the upstairs deck at Marvin, while you sip rum punch and eat their also dearly departed spicy beef patties.
You’ve got a couple options here as the Embassy Row Hotel opens its 10th-floor pool for the season:
1) Head up around happy hour. Order some Meatball Wellington and Green Hat mules. And don’t fall
in.
2) Buy a day pass and spend the whole afternoon up there. Order some of that same stuff. Fall in over and
over.
It’s a holiday. So apparently you’re eating shellfish. Either at City Tap House, which is hosting its first annual Shuck Fest, with oyster beers, cucumber-vodka shooters and all kinds of oysters. Or at Saint-Ex, which is throwing a bottomless crawfish boil, with buckets of beer. There’s really not a wrong choice.
