One size fits weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Tom Ford sunglasses at half off. What? How? Don’t you worry your pretty little head. 2) A flying palm-size HD-camera drone. Huge for your Vine game. 3) A vintage Rolex. A vintage Omega Seamaster 120. A vintage Cartier watch. A vintage... well, you get the idea.
Good news: Sra. Martinez is back. Bad news: sort of. See, it’s briefly popping up at the 1930s House with spinach and feta croquetas, sea urchin open-faced sandwiches and Hialeah Slings made with rum, Cherry Heering and bitters. Oh, and accompanying your tapas: live Cuban music. Yeah, that’ll work.
Books. They’re those things with pages that you physically turn with your fingers. They’ve got words. Books. Anyway. That was just to say that Downtown’s got a Books & Books now. And it’s got a café serving up beef sliders and bacon brownies from Allen Susser. Hope that was helpful.
The Miami City Ballet’s putting on their final Points of Departure performance at the Arsht this Sunday. They’ll also be debuting their new show Heatscape—with 17 dancers and production art designed by Shepard Fairey. You weren’t actually expecting him to dance or anything... oh. Yeah. No.
The Time: Mondays. 5 to 8pm.
The Place: DB Bistro.
The Request: All of the damn charcuterie they’ve got.
The Follow-Through: A glass of wine. Also: endless amounts of housemade pâtés, terrines,
cured meats, olives and cornichons.
The Moral of the Story: You really
should be more forthcoming with your requests.
You’ll be coming to the Fed on Wednesdays for a few reasons. They are: crawfish and grits, crawfish fritters, surf-and-turf crawfish jambalaya and traditional crawfish boils. And if you happen to get thirsty, they’ve got bottomless bubbles and beer for $20. Okay, that was more than a few.
