To the weekends, white with foam.
Your Perks: 1) A fitness class membership that gives you access to classes at more than 125 of the city’s top studios. 2) Tickets to a festival where you drink craft beer and eat grass-fed beef. Your kind of celebration. 3) Haircuts and shaves from Fellow Barber for a fraction of the price.
The Dutch isn’t messing around this year. For them, “the Fourth” roughly translates to “11 hours of shrimp hush puppies, smoked brisket, hot fried chicken, peach pie and watermelon punch.” It’s an excellent translation of the source material.
We heard that crawfish were putting together some kind of young crawfish-based indie band for Narcissa’s two-day outdoor lobster bake this weekend. The closer’s going to be The Kids Don’t Stand a Chance.
One of those situations where you hook yourself up with food and drinks from just about every (good) vendor in the city. And maybe catch some live music. And at some point, there will apparently be an impressive light show of some kind happening overhead. So random.
Fourth of July classics: hot dogs, scenic rooftops, sangria, classically trained aerialists, stilt walkers... At least that’s what the classics are at a PH-D after-party.
When you’re a pizza-forward, cocktail-forward, expansive-deck-forward haven right on the seaport, it’s hard to argue that you’re not pretty great for this weekend. Really hard. Thankfully, you’re... not that.
