Ah, Miami in the ’80s.
Cue the Tony Montana references.
Cue the Dan Marino references.
Cue Black Market, a new Downtown sports bar that’s now open and uses Miami’s sports heyday as inspiration. Check it out.
You’d do well to round up a group and head here to watch a sport on one of its 30 TVs. With that many tubes playing in tandem, you know there will be wings. And daily happy hours. And No Name Pulled Pork Sliders (as in the Dolphin’s no name defense). Grab a seat in something leather and go to town.
There’s always a stool at the bar, too, should you seek closer proximity to cold beers and/or a Cucumberinha with Cachaça, cucumbers, lime and sugar. And TVs. So many more TVs.
Drink in hand, take a stroll past the black-and-white photo wall of Miami sports legends. Pass a few Heat jerseys. Bob your head to the DJ. Eventually wind up at the pool table, where hopefully you’ll be able to pull off something legendary yourself.
Another round of wings feels like a good place to start.
Cue the Tony Montana references.
Cue the Dan Marino references.
Cue Black Market, a new Downtown sports bar that’s now open and uses Miami’s sports heyday as inspiration. Check it out.
You’d do well to round up a group and head here to watch a sport on one of its 30 TVs. With that many tubes playing in tandem, you know there will be wings. And daily happy hours. And No Name Pulled Pork Sliders (as in the Dolphin’s no name defense). Grab a seat in something leather and go to town.
There’s always a stool at the bar, too, should you seek closer proximity to cold beers and/or a Cucumberinha with Cachaça, cucumbers, lime and sugar. And TVs. So many more TVs.
Drink in hand, take a stroll past the black-and-white photo wall of Miami sports legends. Pass a few Heat jerseys. Bob your head to the DJ. Eventually wind up at the pool table, where hopefully you’ll be able to pull off something legendary yourself.
Another round of wings feels like a good place to start.
