Day three of the heat wave.
Things are getting weird.
You’re staying at work longer (it’s the A/C). You’re looking into flights to Anchorage. When getting gas yesterday, you saw the evil bunny from Donnie Darko offering you a popsicle.
Let’s ctrl-alt-delete this away. We’re thinking Nantucket. Tonight.
And specifically: Met on Main, the new refuge for tiki drinks and enough tartare to constitute a tartare bar, opening this evening on ACK.
Take your sort of classic, rope-accented Nantucket café. Give it a touch of Casablanca (think: Moroccan fixtures). Add a 44-foot zinc bar with a standing section that works both as a cappuccino pit stop or a place for a healthy bee-pollen-and-wheat-grass shooter (essentially the anti–Jamba Juice). Mix. Boom.
And starting tonight, you can head in here and commence Operation Stop Sweating. Fueling your plight: North Shore fried clams. New Hampshire pork belly. Five different burgers. Even an entire tartare bar with prime sirloin, wild salmon and yellowtail (note to self: the lake house could use one of these).
Once the cool air sets in, head outside to the spacious bi-level garden patio for authentic tiki drinks using housemade syrups and served in proper tiki mugs. Our pick: Blood of the Tiki ACK with aged rum, bitters, grapefruit, lime and absinthe.
All this and you haven’t even been on the island 12 minutes. Nice work.
Things are getting weird.
You’re staying at work longer (it’s the A/C). You’re looking into flights to Anchorage. When getting gas yesterday, you saw the evil bunny from Donnie Darko offering you a popsicle.
Let’s ctrl-alt-delete this away. We’re thinking Nantucket. Tonight.
And specifically: Met on Main, the new refuge for tiki drinks and enough tartare to constitute a tartare bar, opening this evening on ACK.
Take your sort of classic, rope-accented Nantucket café. Give it a touch of Casablanca (think: Moroccan fixtures). Add a 44-foot zinc bar with a standing section that works both as a cappuccino pit stop or a place for a healthy bee-pollen-and-wheat-grass shooter (essentially the anti–Jamba Juice). Mix. Boom.
And starting tonight, you can head in here and commence Operation Stop Sweating. Fueling your plight: North Shore fried clams. New Hampshire pork belly. Five different burgers. Even an entire tartare bar with prime sirloin, wild salmon and yellowtail (note to self: the lake house could use one of these).
Once the cool air sets in, head outside to the spacious bi-level garden patio for authentic tiki drinks using housemade syrups and served in proper tiki mugs. Our pick: Blood of the Tiki ACK with aged rum, bitters, grapefruit, lime and absinthe.
All this and you haven’t even been on the island 12 minutes. Nice work.
