Hype. You’ll humor it. Smile at it. Friend it on Facebook. You just won’t believe it. Instead,
there’s this. It’s an inspection sheet of sorts. A road test. A canary in the coal mine of Miami
nightlife. We call it Due Diligence—dangerous work, but your nights are too important to leave to
chance.
The Place: SLS Hotel, the newish kid on the proverbial SoBe block. It’s been 66 days (not that we’re counting) since its doors opened. Maybe you’ve been. Hopefully you’ve been. Either way, here’s what you need to know.
The Hype: Hyde Beach is a tropical version of its LA counterpart.
The Reality: Well, not exactly. It’s more beach-house oasis than DJ-fueled sweat box (not that there’s anything wrong with that). The look: Hawaiian surf lodge meets rec room (think hula-girl lamps and a foosball table). Your order: mojito push pops. By the pool. Naturally.
The Hype: There’s a secret lounge for private feasting at Katsuya by Starck.
The Reality: True. Take the hot-pink staircase on the restaurant’s far right up to a spot they call Dragon Lounge. It’s low-lit (scandalously so) and adorned with pictures of duck-face-making geishas. Head here for intimate miso-marinated black cod. Or trouble.
The Hype: Salt-air margaritas.
The Reality: Imagine a bubble bath of water, fresh lime and sea salt... all floating atop your margarita. To see/sip for yourself, grab an outside seat at Bar Centro. And toast to the death of the salt rim.
The Place: SLS Hotel, the newish kid on the proverbial SoBe block. It’s been 66 days (not that we’re counting) since its doors opened. Maybe you’ve been. Hopefully you’ve been. Either way, here’s what you need to know.
The Hype: Hyde Beach is a tropical version of its LA counterpart.
The Reality: Well, not exactly. It’s more beach-house oasis than DJ-fueled sweat box (not that there’s anything wrong with that). The look: Hawaiian surf lodge meets rec room (think hula-girl lamps and a foosball table). Your order: mojito push pops. By the pool. Naturally.
The Hype: There’s a secret lounge for private feasting at Katsuya by Starck.
The Reality: True. Take the hot-pink staircase on the restaurant’s far right up to a spot they call Dragon Lounge. It’s low-lit (scandalously so) and adorned with pictures of duck-face-making geishas. Head here for intimate miso-marinated black cod. Or trouble.
The Hype: Salt-air margaritas.
The Reality: Imagine a bubble bath of water, fresh lime and sea salt... all floating atop your margarita. To see/sip for yourself, grab an outside seat at Bar Centro. And toast to the death of the salt rim.
