In lieu of gifts, it simply asks that you make your way to the nearest and slinkiest cocktail cave to knock back a highball in its honor.
You’re in luck: The Drinkingbird, a tilted fedora of a retro watering hole, opens for business that very day.
First, you’ll want to take a look around. Actually, the first thing you’ll want to do is hoist a rum-laden Royal Bermuda Yacht Club. Then you’ll want to take that look. It’s a swanky little den—very Dean Martin’s pad circa 1961. Think golden bucket chairs at the bar. Brass sconces. Smoky wallpaper that Walt Disney designed himself. (Just imagine if his dream of Wallpaper: The Ride ever happened.)
Anyway, you’ll appreciate this place after a movie at Webster Place. The menu has Sands Hotel–inspired options like pork rillette smeared on housemade challah with some beer-mustard bourbon butter (your Sammy-ordering-rillettes-on-challah impression: legendary). Yet somehow, after watching Hulk smash... well, a burger on a brioche bun and something cold from Revolution Brewing will be just fine.
And after you’re done discussing ScarJo’s various superpowers, you’ll retire to the pool table to wind up the night with a game of eight ball. And in a couple of months, there will also be bridge and euchre nights.
Correction: high-stakes euchre nights.