Not everything needs a sequel. (We’re looking at you, Weekend at Bernie’s.)
But if you must, the original should be a classic.
Rocky. Pac-Man. Ken Griffey Sr.
So you’ll be pleased to know that Jeronimo’s Bar has just opened a second outpost on Brickell for your considerable hip-shaking and cocktailing needs.
While their South Beach spot dons flip-flops for a casual drink with the neighbors, you’ll think of its little sister on Brickell as the well-heeled wild child who stays out shimmying way past her bedtime. (Shimmying: noted delayer of bedtimes.)
Walking in, you’ll notice that it’s a relatively small, but very purple, space. You could order a Jeronimo’s Punch (vodka, St-Germain, mint) from the marble bar in the center of the room, navigate to a leather couch against the wall and enjoy the view of heels dancing on the bar top. You could...
But say you’re here with a date. After midnight. You’ll grab a couple of Dirty Jeronimos (a twist on the vodka martini) and take in some of the DJ-spun house.
At some point, the two of you may require a more intimate space (i.e., the bathroom) to, um, discuss the collapse of the euro zone. Note that management has kindly left a note that reads, “Sink won’t hold her.” Also included: stick-figure diagrams graphically illustrating the point.
Stick figures: more flexible than you ever knew.
But if you must, the original should be a classic.
Rocky. Pac-Man. Ken Griffey Sr.
So you’ll be pleased to know that Jeronimo’s Bar has just opened a second outpost on Brickell for your considerable hip-shaking and cocktailing needs.
While their South Beach spot dons flip-flops for a casual drink with the neighbors, you’ll think of its little sister on Brickell as the well-heeled wild child who stays out shimmying way past her bedtime. (Shimmying: noted delayer of bedtimes.)
Walking in, you’ll notice that it’s a relatively small, but very purple, space. You could order a Jeronimo’s Punch (vodka, St-Germain, mint) from the marble bar in the center of the room, navigate to a leather couch against the wall and enjoy the view of heels dancing on the bar top. You could...
But say you’re here with a date. After midnight. You’ll grab a couple of Dirty Jeronimos (a twist on the vodka martini) and take in some of the DJ-spun house.
At some point, the two of you may require a more intimate space (i.e., the bathroom) to, um, discuss the collapse of the euro zone. Note that management has kindly left a note that reads, “Sink won’t hold her.” Also included: stick-figure diagrams graphically illustrating the point.
Stick figures: more flexible than you ever knew.
