For anyone who has ever dreamt of combining the awesome powers of a water gun and a magnum of champagne... we have big news. Because we’re getting you 10% off just that. It’s called the Champagne Gun. Dreams do come true.
John Coltrane did zero television interviews in his lifetime. Which doesn’t have much to do with the fact that, should you choose to opt out of the Cinco tequila fest shitshows of the world, O Cinema is about to screen Chasing Trane, a film about his life. It is pretty cool, though.
The fifth of May. Seems as good a day as any to discuss Mexico’s victory over the French while sipping DÔA’s $750 Allaire Royal Gold Margarita. It comes in a Waterford Crystal glass (which you get to keep) and is garnished with 24-karat gold flakes (which it better be).
Saturdays and pool parties go together like half-off Angus burgers and strawberry mint pisco sours. Like Brickell and stunning views. Like DJs and you awkwardly bobbing your head around. All of which you’ll find at this recurring poolside party at Atton that lasts until the sun goes down. Not a coincidence.
Your Derby game plan is to head to Bourbon Steak at Turnberry for its watch party and: don a hat and some linen. Enter the costume contests. Help attempt to break the Guinness World Record for World’s Largest Champagne Toast. Sip a julep. Say “y’all” at least once.
Artisan Beach House’s ocean views are spectacular. But they’re even better with its new brunch’s bottomless mimosas. Toss in some Nutella French toast with caramelized bananas, maybe a prime rib eggs Benedict, some cold-pressed juice and... well, you get it.
