Girl: Let’s spend the day exploring museums and galleries!

Boy: I’m hungry.

Girl: All we ever do is order in. Let’s get out of the house and do something fun.

Boy: Sorry, wasn’t listening. Did you say what’s for lunch?

Lure him to brand new men’s shop Mortar, where a stroll around the industrial-chic space doubles as your monthly art quota. Relaxed cotton tees sit atop an old printing factory table – notice the ink stains – and you’ll see an antique cigar mold and rusty Chevy tailgate nearby. He’ll marvel over the manly tools that serve as interesting displays, while you trick him into trying on new-for-Houston denim and artisan accessories. Don’t have a dude to drag? We were taken with the belts and Austin-based Falling Whistles chains, just some of the items that work for both lady and gent.

Girl: You just lost your remote privileges, buddy. I’m taking you to Tiny
Boxwoods and clothes-shopping.

Boy: You must be April foolin’.

MORTAR
1844 Westheimer
Houston, TX 77098
713.529.0009
www.shopmortar.com