If the weekend had a nickel...
Your Perks: 1) A sleek carafe that uses charcoal to naturally mineralize your drinking water. (It’s an ancient Japanese thing.) 2) A summer six-pack of rich, crisp, Tuscany-bred Chianti—for $105. 3) A Perks-approved deal on any work of art at Crated—the Internet’s newest art gallery. A little culture never killed anyone.
Your weekend agenda is ambitious: Drink wine. Catch some live music. Talk movies with Robert Redford. Talk beauty with Sophia Loren. Maybe work in a few sun salutations. If you’re not planning to hit Festival del Sole, good luck making all this happen. Really. Good luck.
Q: When is a burger maybe not a burger?
A: When it’s from that new place called Big Chef Tom’s Belly Burgers, where the patties
are 100% pork belly.
Q: So the Banh, Baby, Banh, topped with Vietnamese caramel...
A: Listen, let’s not waste time getting hung up on labels.
S0 1058 Hoagie doesn’t exist anymore. Well, yes it does. Only it’s called Rye Project now. It’s basically 79% more Jewish deli than before. You’ll see. The menu’s divided into “On Rye” and “On Bagel,” which means lox and pastrami will happen. It’ll happen hard.
When you catch a live show, there’s always a chance something could go horribly wrong. Kind of exciting. When you catch a live drawing show, there’s... probably less chance of that. But you can buy a sketch, have some beer and get a cookie from a food truck, so...
Your Sunday forecast: 86 degrees.
Your Sunday forecast with a French accent: 86 degrees with a strong chance of tarte
flambée, crepes, macarons, French cocktails and Thomas Keller in a dunk tank at Bouchon’s big Bastille
Day thing.
Your Monday forecast: Actual Bastille Day. Oh well. Whatever.
