You've seen Point Break enough times to convince yourself you could pull a heist in a Nixon mask, and you have director Kathryn Bigelow to thank for it. The Harvard Film Archive is running a retrospective of her work from the first to the thirteenth, but Bigelow will be screening her new effort, The Hurt Locker, tonight in person.
Things to do for July 02, 2009
2000 Gallons of Chowder and the Genius Behind Point Break
The weekend will need a full weekend after this.
We're fairly certain you don't need your arm twisted to order a bottle of wine at dinner. Even less contortion will be required now that STIX is offering 50 percent off every bottle of wine on the menu when ordered with your evening feast. The deal goes from now till the end of December, which should be enough time to go through the entire list once.
Every time we think the pirate trend is getting tired, another cargo vessel is hijacked somewhere, and it's back on. Head to Rowes Wharf tomorrow night for a cruise that swaps Kalashnikov-brandishing Somalians for DJs and partying. Most outrageous pirate costume (a must to board) nets you $500, which could be well-spent on Independence Day booty.
You'd be hard-pressed to name a restaurant in Boston that could be considered a pioneer in the fine-dining scene more than Icarus. Thirty-one years in town, and now it's all over. Stop by for one last meal and their closing $31 three-course pre-fixe special to commemorate each year in business since 1978. Enter "flew too close to the sun" joke here.
Just because it's the Fourth doesn't mean you should forgo regular weekend rituals, like Bloody Marys. Starting Saturday, the BOND unveils a new à la carte–style brunch, offering you a variety of ways to deal with Friday night's hangover before you inevitably create one for Sunday.
Two-thousand gallons of New England's finest, chunkiest dish is reason enough to head down to City Hall, but we're more excited about the chowder talent pool who will be doing this year's ladling—everyone from Yankee Lobster Fish Market to Middleton's vaunted Farmer Brown's. Noticeably absent from the field: Campbell. Again.