Here’s how you’ll win Valentine’s Day this year: 1) Get a box of spiked chocolates for 25% off. 2) (Barely) dress her in some French-lace lingerie from Fleur du Mal. 3) Send a bouquet of fresh roses (grown on a South American volcano)—for $32. Then... commence the ravishing.
Things to do for January 31, 2013
Nacho Kits, $2 Tapas and Spaghetti Westerns
The weekend and Southie Rules are not compatible.
Sledding and the Super Bowl. Perfect.
Super Bowl option #352: grab a date, head to the 300-acre Twin Farms spa in Vermont and spend the night in a cabin. They’ve got a Super Bowl package involving farm-to-table meals, a VIP tasting at the Long Trail Brewery, the game on a big screen in their pub and sledding. Yes, sledding.
Your Nacho Contingency Plan for Sunday
But if you’re having friends over for the game, that’s fun, too. Cover your bases by way of the Rattlesnake’s Super Bowl nacho, taco and wing kits. You’ve got from now till kickoff to customize (choose your meats, sauces, etc.), order and pick up for game time. Or snack time.
The Sinclair, Now with Lunch
When the Sinclair arrived a month or so ago, you were happy. And now you’ll be even more pleased, because they’re serving lunch starting this Monday. Think: po’boys made with crispy pork, roast beef and shrimp, and New Orleans muffuletta sandwiches. Olive-based classics from Sicily/Louisiana always signal lunchtime.
A Week of $2 Bar Tapas at Tico
The two-year milestone. Depending on what it celebrates, sometimes it means ponies and stuffed Elmos. For Tico, it means three hours for you to land $2 tapas like mini tacos, shishito peppers and housemade chipotle fries at the bar during their birthday week. Thankfully, no clowns will be on site.
Clint Eastwood + Whiskey = This
Monday’s plan: recover from the Super Bowl. Meaning: movie, hair of the dog. Enter the Blue Room and Clint Eastwood. One Sergio Leone film will be screened each Monday in February (first up: A Fistful of Dollars), while bartenders from local spots will sling special Bully Boy whiskey cocktails. It ain’t Clint without whiskey.