The weekend has formed an exploratory committee for 2016.
Your Perks: 1) A two-year digital subscription to Playboy and access to all the back issues. So, everything. 2) Boxing gloves signed by Pacquiao and Mayweather. Apparently they have a big fight coming up or something. 3) A whole spring’s worth of button-ups. Bring on the alfresco brunches.
Winter’s really, finally over. Related: winter will be coming back. So you might want to use this opportunity to pick up some beeswax-coated, Arctic-expedition-level outerwear from Swedish jacketeer Fjällräven while it’s 30% off. Now go back to thinking about sunblock.
Forge is a fine place to grab a cappuccino. But this weekend, it also becomes a fine place to grab a waxed-canvas lunch bag, a tobacco-scented candle and a gold-plated flask. Because online mercantile Boston General Store is holding a physical pop-up there. They’ll still have coffee.
Club Passim used to be a folk music venue with an attached vegetarian pizza place. Now it’s a folk music venue with an attached restaurant helmed by a Clio vet serving pork belly buns and butter-poached lobster. Kitchens come and go, but folk is forever.
For years, Monday has been having all the brunch fun at Starlite, while Sunday just stood around looking all sad. That era’s over. Because from now on, you’ll find their homemade pop-tarts, biscuit sandwiches and chocolate milk White Russians on Sundays, too. We’re happy for you, Sundays.
If you hear movement inside just-shuttered East by Northeast, don’t be alarmed. It’s not a ghost. It’s just their ex-sous-chef turning the lights back on for a one-day Mexican pop-up featuring beef-cheek tortas, aguas frescas and housemade Doritos. Ghosts can’t make Doritos.
