The weekend’s spirit animal is Betsy Ross.
Your Perks: 1. Impossible-to-find artisanal champagne, delivered to your door. 2. 20% off gorgeous wool-and-leather sleeves for your iThings. 3. 25% off a gravity-defying, flexible phone charger. Your summer travels need this.
Congratulations are in order. Because Local 149 is about to deliver a box to you while you lay around on M Beach. And that box will have fried chicken and slaw and chips in it. Yeah, they’ll deliver it right to your plot of sand. So again, congratulations.
You’ve had a lobster roll. A lot, actually. But you haven’t had New England’s largest one yet. Because it just came into existence. It’s the USS Lobstitution at Pauli’s in the North End, and it’s a one-and-a-half-pound behemoth of knuckle and claw meat on a sub roll. America.
Sundays are wonderful. They’re just absolutely wonderful. Which... anyway, go ahead and add Alibi to your leisure-seeking tackle box on those days. Also add skewers of adult fruit (rum-pineapple, vodka-watermelon), a ping-pong table and spiked snow cones on the patio. Because it’ll all be there now. See. Sundays.
You could go right home after work on Tuesday. But you won’t. You want to live. And sometimes, living means rum cocktails and a tiki-themed, four-course porcine roast with suckling pig and Chinese stuffed eggplant. Well, the Sinclair has all of that for you. Which is nice of them.
Being stylishly not-naked: right in your wheelhouse. But sometimes, wheels need greasing. Sometimes they need greasing with a 30% off sale at Louis Boston. With button-downs from Finamore. And suits from Belvest. And... hey, chin up. You still maybe probably look just fine naked.
