We don’t suppose you had time to find your new summer date spot, though.
We thought not.
Don’t worry, we handled it.
It’s Bisq, a wine-laden Cambridge charcuterie retreat from the Bergamot gang, where you’ll witness champagne sabering and drink something called tiger’s milk. It opens Saturday.
You’ve seen this in a dream. The one where there’s a room full of woods and whitewashed brick, and you and an enticing semi-stranger coupled at a marble chef’s counter for chenin blanc and boards of chicken rillettes and sobrasada (see the menu). It was a hell of a specific dream.
Or maybe it’s the one where you and 16 like-minded revelers have taken command of a back room with its own bar and a floating-wine-bottle chandelier (see the slideshow).
You’ll summon plates of lamb ribs. Half-bottles of rosé. Someone orders champagne and it gets sabered with a chef’s knife. Everyone decides they’ll learn how to do that by Labor Day.
But before the night ends: that tiger’s milk. It’s two separate bowls, one with toasted corn and one with ceviche juice, and it’s a traditional hangover cure in Peru.