You have some pretty basic prerequisites for a solid date spot:
Chandeliers. Lots of white. And seriously, if the chef hasn’t prepared foie gras for Usher, he’s probably wasting everyone’s time.
In short: you’ll want to make plans for La Maison Miami, an elegant SoFi brasserie serving organic French-Mediterranean fare from Michelin-starred chef Michael Fulci, now open.
Past the marble bar, it awaits: your intimate table in the back. Directly across from you, a black-and-white photograph of a model who seems French. Maybe it’s something in the eyes. Or all the French words scrawled on top of her photo.
Right. Back to your date. And the menu. Within seconds, you see it. The signature dish (because it says so) is Tiger Tears Maine Lobster, which is pretty tough to resist on name alone. Plus, lobster. Throw in some beef tartare and foie, and yeah. Good date decisions have been made.
Now: champagne... maybe in the form of the La Maison South of Fifth. It’s got vodka, St-Germain liqueur, pear puree and, yes, champagne, and it tastes like the French Riviera and Ocean Drive had a love child.
Good genes.
Chandeliers. Lots of white. And seriously, if the chef hasn’t prepared foie gras for Usher, he’s probably wasting everyone’s time.
In short: you’ll want to make plans for La Maison Miami, an elegant SoFi brasserie serving organic French-Mediterranean fare from Michelin-starred chef Michael Fulci, now open.
Past the marble bar, it awaits: your intimate table in the back. Directly across from you, a black-and-white photograph of a model who seems French. Maybe it’s something in the eyes. Or all the French words scrawled on top of her photo.
Right. Back to your date. And the menu. Within seconds, you see it. The signature dish (because it says so) is Tiger Tears Maine Lobster, which is pretty tough to resist on name alone. Plus, lobster. Throw in some beef tartare and foie, and yeah. Good date decisions have been made.
Now: champagne... maybe in the form of the La Maison South of Fifth. It’s got vodka, St-Germain liqueur, pear puree and, yes, champagne, and it tastes like the French Riviera and Ocean Drive had a love child.
Good genes.
