Step into Firestone-Walker’s Propagator tonight and you’ll find the crew of Chicago’s famed beer bar the Publican in the kitchen. They’ll be collaborating on five beer-paired courses that center on “Pixie Dusted,” a brew they’re making together using three aged wild ales. Not just for nothing. For you.
The New Yorkers have spoken. They love our sun, but miss their morning breakfast-y bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwiches. So Eric Greenspan was all like, “Hey, I can make the hell of out of those with thick bacon, griddled pastrami and handmade chorizo, then deliver it in a preview of my forthcoming concept, Brekkie.” Loosely.
Saturday
BRUNCH, COUNTER BRUNCH
You Love the Smell of Breakfast Tamales and Black Truffle Pizza in the Morning
Saturday, 1:13pm: You’re with that person you met last night, doing breakfast tamales, steak-and-eggs and Mexican pancakes with micheladas at Petite Taqueria’s new weekend brunch. Sunday, 11:34am: It’s you and friends at Nerano, brunching on King salmon crudo and black truffle pizza. And answering a lot of questions about Friday night.
EXILE ON FIRST STREET
The Rolling Stones + DJs = You Dancing a Lot
Friend A loves DJs. Friend B loves rock. You just want to dance. You’ll all find contentment at Sympathy for the Disco, a big dance party that remixes the work of the Rolling Stones and related acts. In the end, Keith Richards will outlive you all.
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Hadley Tomicki lives in Los Angeles. He is probably going nowhere on the 10 Freeway this very second.