The weekend allows unlimited substitutions.
Your Perks: 1) 33% off a device that turns everyday things into speakers. Yes, even beach balls. 2) A secret hangover cure used by Jay Z and Gwyneth Paltrow. 3) Up to 56% off a blueprint of the most infamous revolver in the Wild, Wild West. No, not the Will Smith movie.
Maybe you’re throwing a party. Maybe it’s just Thursday. Anyway, you need a cake. So here’s Tiffany MacIsaac, the pastry maven behind GBD and ChurchKey. She’s now gone solo, turning out cakes layered with raw cookie dough and PB&J Mallomars. The strawberry Peeps cake can’t be far off.
You can’t cook like Michel Richard. (Sorry.) But you can cook with his stuff. Almost everything inside the former Citronelle—plates, silver, chairs, pots, pans—is up for sale, as is everything in the Latham Hotel that once housed it. Your place could use a room service cart.
You’ll go out of your way for a good gyro. At this Manhattan import, they use actual stacked, marinated filets of meat rather than the weird processed stuff, then pair it with pita from a wood-burning oven, and sauces like habanero tzatziki. We hear that was Plato’s favorite.
Good: Breakfast cereal. You know, Fruity Pebbles, Apple Jacks, Lucky Charms.
Better: Blending them with vanilla ice cream.
Best: Also blending them with rum, rye and Irish whiskey.
You can find five such concoctions at Satellite Room’s brunch. Just don’t tell Lucky the Leprechaun.
He’s five years sober.
Two forms of gluttony. One day. First up: the DC BRGR Bash, where you can sample burgers from 10 restaurants, while taking in some live soul music and six different drafts. Then: the DC Scoop, which brings together a dozen or so ice cream makers. They happen simultaneously, so choose wisely.
