Weekend is in the air.
Your Perks: 1) A bottle of Dom Pérignon that looks like Björk designed it. Because she did. 2) Sustainably sourced Italian caviar that you’ll put on brioche or blinis or tiny spoons and enjoy. 3) Umbrellas that are so good, they’re worthy of bragging about. Which you’re allowed to do.
Fact #1: You drank beer on Sunday. Fact #2: You aren’t tired of beer. Fact #3: There’s an airy new taproom in Logan Square called Hopewell Brewing Co. with a BYO-food situation, a tangerine-y IPA and a very magical lager. Fact #4: This is a slideshow. We ran out of facts.
A few Wes Anderson–forward party planners are about to transform Morgan’s on Fulton into the Grand Budapest Hotel tomorrow night. You’ll drink champagne from reception, then head upstairs, where each dinner course corresponds to a line from the movie. Somehow, we don’t think this would’ve worked as well with The Royal Tenenbaums.
What you missed from Mardi Gras in New Orleans: the beads, the Bourbon Street, the regret. What you didn’t: the crawfish boil, the gumbo, the French 75s and the Hurricanes. Because you can still get those at Dusek’s and Punch House. To sum this exercise up, you didn’t miss anything.
Jokes you should avoid making to your date at the Van Gogh’s Bedrooms exhibit, opening at the Art
Institute on Sunday:
—“You know who else has a famous bedroom?”
—“That bed looks big enough for the three of us.”
—“I sent you my ear, too.”
Especially that last one.
Slippery Slope isn’t exactly the perfect Valentine’s Day date spot. True Romance isn’t exactly the perfect Valentine’s Day date movie. And yet, for some reason, Slippery Slope’s screening of True Romance on Valentine’s Day seems appealing. We think it probably has to do with irony, but who knows.
