My name is Weekend. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Your Perks: 1) A plethora of classic Ray-Ban sunglasses for protecting your eyes all stylishly and such. 2) V-necks and short-sleeve button-ups from Jared Lang, your go-to summer shirting guys. 3) Casual dress shirts and blazers. Bring on wedding season.
Lincoln Park’s got two new residents:
From New Jersey: New York Wing Factory’s first Midwest outpost for beer and twice-fried
wings.
From Wicker Park: The second location of Lokal, a place where anything from Nutella fries
to vodka flights is possible.
That was your cue to be hospitable.
You’re in one of your moods. That’s okay. We won’t bother you. Except to say that Wyler Road is now open (with a patio) to sate your summertime cravings via fried-clam-belly-and-bacon sandwiches, housemade fernet ice cream floats and... What’s that? Everything’s better now? Huh. Go figure.
In Conversation with the Ghost of Ernest Hemingway:
UD: Eataly is hosting a dine-around on Friday in honor of your 116th birthday. All the
stops are inspired by your work. There’ll be live readings, wine, music, over 40 different menu
items...
EH: And bull fights?
UD: No.
EH: Cowards.
Well, well... look what we’ve got here. A cozy little wine bar called Ampersand. Trotter’s former pastry chef is behind it. So is a Moto vet. And they’re cooking up Calabrian pork cheek and burrata with duck prosciutto to complement their choice selection of fine wines. See. Wine bar.
When Animal House was first released, Roger Ebert called it “A boisterous collegiate romp. The
sort of film you’re wont to watch outside with a slice of pizza in one hand and a PBR in the
other.”*
*We made that up, yet... still wholly relevant to your Sunday night at Boiler Room.
