To be or not to be, that is the weekend.
On September 19, Deron Williams is hosting a dodgeball tournament. You’re getting in for less than anyone else—with tickets to the VIP party, too. Your other Perks: 50% off amazing pants from Proof and bottomless brunch for $30 at Sons of Essex. You know what to do.
You love those Hangover Killer cold-pressed juices and heirloom BLTs from the Butcher’s Daughter. They make up for all the stuff you consume that’s... not like that. And now, it’s all in takeaway form at their tiny next-door market. Think of it as a juice emergency room.
Funny thing about the end of summer: the sun doesn’t actually go away. Meaning you’ll still need sunglasses. Maybe some tortoiseshell ones that just might be the handsomest in the city. And if you go here today, you can get those for very little. Nice try, sun.
Here’s Han Dynasty in a nutshell: a Philly transplant of exceptionally spicy dan dan noodles and sizzling dry pot beef from a chef who’s not afraid to tell you he doesn’t even like the Americanized dishes on his own menu. So... maybe don’t get those.
So this photographer, Lucas Michael, took a bunch of polaroids of people you know at the Golden Globes. George Clooney. Daniel Day-Lewis. Jennifer Lawrence. (All experts in the field of having their photos taken.) And now he’s sharing them with you. But, you know, not to keep.
Carbone’s doing lunch now. Which means lobster fra diavolo and veal parmesan somewhere around noon. Which means that the institution of taking a long, leisurely lunch may survive yet. Which means you owe Carbone a debt of gratitude. Say it with pasta consumption.
