You’ll shoot your weekend out.
Your Perks: 1) A pair of custom-made jeans you can wear for the better part of 2015 (and beyond). 2) A unique print of famous superheroes like you’ve never seen them before. Seriously, look. 3) A few things to make happy hour healthier. There’s a sentence you never thought you’d read.
What you really want for Christmas: an Alpine-inspired shawl-collar jacket designed for skiing and made with Teflon-coated, water-resistant wool. Which you can get from this new, local maker of attractive skiing wearables called Alps & Meters. You know. In case no one got that for you.
The Modern Underground. No, it’s not Macaulay Culkin’s new cannoli-themed band. It’s a discreet, subterranean imbibery below Modern Pastry where you’ll duck down for cheap beers and mighty burgers. And cannoli, whenever you want to go back upstairs for one of those. Yep. You could live here.
Rosebud’s doing lunch now, but only on Fridays. Don’t ask them why. Just know that you’re getting increased access to veal parm burgers, smoked-brisket sandwiches and Cuban quesadillas. Everyone’s normalizing relations with Cuba these days.
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the South End,
Not a creature was stirring... except for Barcelona Wine Bar,
The jamón ibérico was hung in the kitchen with care,
In hopes that paella fans would soon be there.
And that was a stupid poem about a new Barcelona Wine Bar opening.
There’s a festival at the Lawn on D, divided into “Fire” and “Ice” on each day. Here’s what to
expect:
Ice: An ice bar, an ice labyrinth and non-ice pizza from Stoked Pizza.
Fire: Fire pits, fire performers and gratis chowder.
Chowder’s warm. Totally counts.
