When you come to a weekend in the road, take it.
Your Perks: 1) Ergonomic, wind-resistant umbrellas that have Bluetooth tracking so they’ll never break or get lost. 2) Phantom bags by Céline. You know, the kind that people lose their minds over? Those ones. 3) Just a dark-wooded, sexy humidor for your cigars.
Jack White slept here. As did Uma Thurman. And Lindsay Lohan... well, anyway. Now, the Penthouse at the Raleigh is a quarterly late-night dance emporium. And for its first trick, it’ll be rolling out the Spam Allstars, Padrón cigars, mojitos and bottle service. To the manner born, Penthouse.
And now, an algebraic interlude. No looking at the answer key.
y = x + z
Solve for y, when x = a Motown-heavy party, and z = vinyl-only DJs.
...
Answer key: y = Friday night at the Standard.
You totally looked at the answer key.
Drinking at Better Days just got... better. Because BareRoot Kitchen will be popping up there with upscale takes on bar food. They’ll have chicharrones. They’ll have pintxos. They’ll have garlic bread topped with meatballs and American cheese mayo. Kraft Singles will not be ignored.
Brunch. Perfectly acceptable way to start your Saturday. In fact, it’s downright ridiculous to think you’ll get anything done before consuming the requisite amounts of Nutella french toast, shrimp eggs benedict and bottomless mimosas. Related: Angelo Pizza’s got all that. We should all strive to be a little bit less ridiculous.
A brief Q&A regarding a salsa competition on E11even’s rooftop:
Q: Do I have to be a professional to get in?
A: Nope. They’re not allowed.
Q: What if I slay the judges with my killer outer turns?
A: You’ll get $1,000.
Q: And if not...?
A: Consolation bar visits.
