Okay, so you probably don’t need an instruction manual for dancing and champagne drinking. But just in
case you’re rusty... there’s this. Three ways to use SL Miami, a cozy bunker for, well, dancing
and champagne drinking, now open in The James Royal Palm.
When you want a night out in NYC... without leaving Miami.
This spot comes to you from the same crew behind SL in New York (Madonna’s subterranean lounge of choice). Similar vibe: aggressively relaxed. Similar music: deep-cut electronica. Similar aesthetic: gold-mirrored ceilings, plush purple banquettes and walls lined with X-ray film of broken bones.
After taking in the dinner scene at Catch.
So, Catch. That’s also in The James Royal Palm—but you already knew this. Next time you go there for two-pound lobster and elbow rubbing, skip dessert. Instead, move directly to this 2,169-square-foot den below and commence dancing. Dessert will understand.
You’re parched.
They’re not messing around when it comes to the bubbly stuff here. That dimly lit corridor leading you to the dance floor... lined with steel champagne chillers. They’re sort of like refrigerators, except... okay, they’re exactly like refrigerators, only packed with more champagne than a Super Bowl locker-room celebration.
Remember those...
Us neither.
When you want a night out in NYC... without leaving Miami.
This spot comes to you from the same crew behind SL in New York (Madonna’s subterranean lounge of choice). Similar vibe: aggressively relaxed. Similar music: deep-cut electronica. Similar aesthetic: gold-mirrored ceilings, plush purple banquettes and walls lined with X-ray film of broken bones.
After taking in the dinner scene at Catch.
So, Catch. That’s also in The James Royal Palm—but you already knew this. Next time you go there for two-pound lobster and elbow rubbing, skip dessert. Instead, move directly to this 2,169-square-foot den below and commence dancing. Dessert will understand.
You’re parched.
They’re not messing around when it comes to the bubbly stuff here. That dimly lit corridor leading you to the dance floor... lined with steel champagne chillers. They’re sort of like refrigerators, except... okay, they’re exactly like refrigerators, only packed with more champagne than a Super Bowl locker-room celebration.
Remember those...
Us neither.
