The weekend is excited for what happens next.
There's probably no better way to say goodbye to the workweek than by heading to the bayfront restaurant's Moleca Cachaca happy hour, where drink specials reign and ladies sip complimentary caipirinhas until 11pm. The after-party depends on you.
Now that the humidity has lifted, Saturday mornings are all about sitting under the oak trees in Brosia's courtyard, sipping sangria and banishing hangovers with apple French toast with vanilla cognac sauce. During which you'll muse about your "wacky" friends who choose to live in snowy climates.
Polish up on your Art Basel act at this Wynwood gallery reception composed of photographic portraits of soldiers wearing blindfolds. Powerful stuff, no doubt, so it's a good thing there'll be cocktails available to get the pontificating going.
Leave it to Christy's to make turning 30 seem downright classy. From now until Thanksgiving the cushy Coral Gables steakhouse celebrates by giving you a three-course menu for $30 with dishes like filet mignon, lobster bisque and baked Alaska. In exchange you won't ask them about their plans to settle down.
It's not often you get to watch a local scribe kick it in the bathroom of a nightclub. (Well, this week, anyway.) It all goes down at Bella Rose's infamous Sunday night party, where South Beach: The Novel author Brian Antoni hosts and eventually succumbs to the weekly party's slasher video ritual.
Bal Harbour's outpost of the celeb-loving Manhattan restaurant woos you with 50 percent off the entire wine list to pair with their classic French brasserie fare like cheese souffle, steak tartare and chicken paillard. Think of it as happy hour, super-fancied.
