<em>Go Set a Weekend</em>
Your Perks: 1) 78% off Georges Rech polo shirts. Huge in France, bigger on Perks. 2) Six bottles of Château Montaud Côtes de Provence rosé. Which loosely translates to “summer’s ideal rosé.” 3) The kind of leather bag that’s practically begging to be taken on vacation. Begging.
What this new sushi spot on Boylston can do: make you all the sushi your heart desires—from eel-topped shrimp tempura rolls to tuna nigiri—for a flat fee. What it can’t do: make Pluto a planet again.
It’s summer, so maybe you want a beverage that cools you down. Oh, you don’t? In that case, here’s a margarita Brian Poe infused with piri piri peppers to bring it somewhere between 100,000 and 225,000 on the Scoville scale. That’s a fancy way of saying “Holy sh*t.”
There’s a new spot on Salem Street, and it’s Italian fused with... wait, it’s just Italian. Old-school, red-sauce Italian with all the homemade lobster ravioli and ricotta gnocchi the phrase “North End” implies. Good kid, that North End.
Barbarella. Zardoz. Whatever Cherry 2000 is. These are not Academy Award–winning films. But they are part of a new series at the Brattle celebrating the canon of campy sci-fi classics, one of which definitely includes a Sean Connery outfit that can never be unseen.
New Brunch #1: The Frogmore doesn’t joke about biscuits, gravy or pickled-jalapeño
Bloodys.
New Brunch #2: The Palm’s falling over itself to provide you with Alaskan king crab legs
and steak and eggs.
Final Brunch: Gitana says goodbye with three courses of Spanish delights and live flamenco
dancing.
So there’s your Sunday.
