Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred weekends...
Your Perks: 1) 30% off a wireless, pocket-size speaker, available only on Perks. 2) Some good-looking, handmade wooden sunglasses from Britain. 3) The Bolt charger—part backup battery, part wall charger. And all parts Perks.
It’s been a great summer for ribs and lobster rolls. Consequently, it’s been a mediocre summer for abs. New England’s first Orange Theory is here to rectify that situation with 60-minute interval training sessions and individual heart monitors to track it all. Okay, back to ribs and lobster rolls.
A superpower that enabled you to produce basil pad thai and duck fried rice at will would be great. But because that isn’t possible, here’s the next best thing: a new Asian joint in Brookline ready to cater to your every need. But mostly lunch.
If you happen to pass by the Chinatown Gate this Sunday and notice break dancing, DJs, martial arts demos, a live mural painting and a Hawaiian-luau-themed pig roast, don’t be alarmed. It’s just a block party for Shojo’s second anniversary. That’s why all that stuff is there.
Meet Daryl Brown. He’s the son of James Brown. Yes, that James Brown. He’s coming to neighborhood record store/bookshop/tapas spot Tres Gatos, and he’d like to read his book to you while you sip rioja and eat empanadas. It’s probably about James Brown.
The Blue Room and Belly Wine Bar are holding a party along their mutual patio, and that can only mean one thing: an eight-piece New Orleans brass brand called the Soggy Po’Boys. Right. Also, fish sandwiches, voodoo punch and wine. Which is actually more than one thing.
