Super Weekend XLIX
Your Perks: 1) An umbrella that’s rip-proof, weightless and practically built for “historic” winter storms. 2) A high-precision fitness band that analyzes your every move. Tell your personal trainer he’s fired. 3) Chanel. Chocolates. Steak dinner. Basically everything your Valentine’s Day requires.
If you like beer, keep reading. If you like Girl Scout cookies, keep reading. If you want to partake in some magical world where Thin Mints, Samoas and other delicious cookies are paired with local beers... then stop reading immediately and go to LUCK.
There’s a new burger in town. It comes courtesy of Harvey B’s, a tiny takeout operation that’s slinging two-handed burgers and spiral-cut fries. There’s even a beer cooler so you can leave with a six-pack. It’s like they thought of everything.
Someone will bring a veggie platter to a Super Bowl party on Sunday. Not you, though. You will bring a whole goddamn pig’s head from CBD Provisions, plus tortillas, salsa and a side of chicharones. Because they’re offering those things to go. And because you’re a good person.
Unless you’ve got a 25-foot projection screen, dozens of beer taps and unlimited wings happening at your place on Sunday, you might consider adjourning to the Rustic. And if you do have all those things, you might consider charging a cover.
Your Tuesdays now include the following:
—Live jazz.
—$5 drinks straight from the circa-1862 Jerry Thomas’ Bartenders Guide.
—Bar snacks like housemade pasta, charcuterie and pickled eggs.
—None of the above.
That last one only applies if you don’t go to Small Brewpub.
