This week, Perks is bringing you a chance to spend a day at the track, racing Audi’s sportiest machines around Infineon Raceway. Also: gear for the impending season between seasons with half off Steven Alan’s pre-fall collection. Finally, a weeklong membership and personal training session at Crunch, on the house. Because you only like to sweat in the presence of a live DJ.
Things to do for August 12, 2010
Secret Rooftop Dinners, Foam Parties and Ribs
The weekend is your sonic boom.
Secret Rooftop Dinner in the South Loop
Here’s what we can tell you about this secret-location dinner party: there will be five courses. You’ll be on a warehouse roof. There will be majestic skyline views. There will be cocktails. Wine. More cocktails. Oh, and a DJ. Don’t tell anyone we told you.
There’s a first time for everything, and apparently that includes taking over a massive parking lot in River North and trucking in the best barbecue masters in the country, lots of beer and a surfeit of rock acts like Good Charlotte. Think of it as a stickier Lollapalooza.
You watched Michael Bay treat Wacker Drive like his own personal apocalypse for Transformers this summer. But in 1979, the Blues Brothers cut a much funnier swath of destruction. See where it all started at this free screening outside the Old Joliet Prison, an original location used in the film.
Bourbon Syrup & Blueberry Corn Cakes at Hearty
Even charming rogues like you raise an eyebrow at a stiff belt of whiskey too early in the morning. But late morning—well, that’s another story. Besides, when Hearty’s blueberry-studded sweet corn cakes are soaked with a bourbon-spiked brown-butter syrup, you’d hate to be seen with a mimosa in your hand.
The Signature Room, located snugly atop the Hancock, satisfies your penchant for skybox views with the city’s best Air & Water Show views. You’ll be brunching 1,128 feet in the air, filling up at a buffet and treating yourself to an open bar—and all the G’s you can pull.
It’s late afternoon at Green Dolphin Street. There are a dozen DJs or so getting things thumping. The grassy expanse of a backyard opens up for a complimentary barbecue. Nice enough, you think. But it still needs something. Then, a six-foot wave of downy, soapy foam crashes onto the dance floor. Suddenly... it’s a party.