If I could sum up Miami in one word, it would be “transient.” The good weather attracts drifters. Folks don’t settle in Miami, they merely reside for a time. Some people are only here to party on South Beach before getting down to the serious business of making a living…
It’s probably me, but I just don’t get Fish 54. The seafood restaurant opened about three months ago in the Loehmann’s Fashion Island space formerly occupied by Fish, a high-end eatery run by the Nemo and Big Pink folks, Myles Chefetz and Michael Schwartz. The pair had invested a cool…
The Holy Trinity of gastronomic delicacies comes down to this: the salted fish eggs of a pregnant sturgeon, goose livers that have been grossly force-fed, and a subterranean fungus. If you haven’t developed an appreciation for caviar, foie gras, and truffles, you might think this is one giant joke being…
Europeans like to gripe about a lot of things in America. Especially about dining out, about how all those waiters hover at your table chattering about nothing. They’d be driven right back across the Atlantic after eating at Sweet Donna’s Country Store, where we were greeted by not one, but…
Utter the phrase “food by the pound” and any self-respecting gourmet will run for the hills, (okay, the swamps). Say it to a gourmand, and you’ll witness a different reaction completely; most likely a stampede toward the nearest eatery offering comida por libra. What’s the difference? A gourmet is someone…
Sometimes my relationships with restaurants are like the ones I have with my kid and husband. They require lots of work and involve those interminable growing pains, but both can bring great pleasure on a good day. That’s kind of the way I feel about Bishop’s. This six-month-old Southern-cuisine restaurant…
Does the difference between success and failure in the restaurant world boil down to those who have versus those who have not? Those who have, after all, are able to afford an experienced management team and name chef to come up with clever menus and slick modi operandi. They can…
“Never trust a recommendation when it comes from someone who lives or works within five blocks of the restaurant,” former New York Times food critic Ruth Reichl wrote. Until now I had usually followed her advice. Until The Globe’s gravity finally pulled me in. The combination jazz club and cafe…
Several years ago a fellow writer approached me at a party and said, “I read your column, but I don’t go to any of the restaurants you recommend.” I’m used to backhanded compliments, even downright insults. So I just shrugged, “Why not?” “I’m lactose intolerant,” he admitted. When he and…
“I know what good home-style Mexican food is supposed to be about,” a friend of mine told me recently. “I’ve just never had it.” That’s understandable: She lives in Miami. Oh sure, we’ve got a couple of long-standing joints (Paquito’s in North Miami Beach and El Rancho Grande in South…
Here’s the way I imagine it went down: The two proprietors of Riviera Brasserie are sitting at a table discussing their prospective new restaurant with genuine enthusiasm. One says to the other, “We’ll become known far and wide for our fine and authentic French brasserie fare.” “Oui,” responds the other,…
It’s no secret the waiting room in the doctor’s office is the most aptly named space on Earth. But one experience there left a long-lasting scar. Over the course of several presurgery appointments to fix a broken knee, I checked my watch and clocked the waiting period at no less…
It’s difficult for me to justify a stop at McDonald’s or Taco Bell, no matter how hungry or rushed I get. As a food and travel writer I take every meal as an opportunity for research, every getaway, a working vacation. But I’m not exempt from normal human hankerings. I…
In the food of American folklore, the hamburger has gotten short shrift: It’s overshadowed by the ever-present hot dog. While the wiener has come to represent our nation as surely as baseball and apple pie, the burger stands for nothing more than greasy spoons. The exclamation “Hot dog!” has positive…
Part of the appeal of dining out on foods we grew up with comes from being able to proclaim, with head-shaking disapproval, “This isn’t the way my mother used to make it.” Gives us that exhilarating feeling of expertise. Unfortunately, for me anyway, there isn’t exactly a glut of Jewish…
For starters I was not looking forward to dining at Bice. The new Italian restaurant in the Grand Bay Hotel in Coconut Grove replaced one of my favorite eateries, the Grand Cafe, where I’d enjoyed chef Pascal Oudin’s Old World French technique practiced on New World ingredients. And in a…
It’s easy to criticize the service in South Beach restaurants. Too many waitstaffs are rude and clueless, too many managers uncaring, and too many restaurateurs oblivious to the way an eatery should be run. In short too few people seem dedicated to serving fine food and creating a fine-dining experience…
If I were to open a restaurant, I’d invite everyone I know to come and eat for free the first few weeks — their parents and their friends, too — just to ensure a full house. Maybe such a scheme would help stanch the relentless parade of restaurants that come…
Season has returned to South Beach. I know this not because Lincoln Road is so jammed with tourists that shopkeepers routinely ask, “Where are you from?” (God forbid you should have a semblance of a sunburn: Automatically you’re assumed to have fled the Midwest.) I know it not because jogging…
Traditionally spas have served as tranquil retreats where the well-to-do go to shed a few pounds while being pampered with facials and massages. The pampering part was, and is, pleasant, but the dieting used to be somewhat torturous, given that spas had a reputation for offering what was pejoratively termed…
Even if a character in the 1989 movie When Harry Met Sally hadn’t declared something about restaurants being akin to theaters, the analogy would have found its way into the dining public’s consciousness sooner or later. That’s largely because, as with most cliches, it’s rooted in truth. Judith Stocks, a…
Try convincing half a dozen confirmed South Beachers to venture to the mainland for dinner. Several of these friends don’t go anywhere they can’t get to on Rollerblades, and seldom find themselves heading over the causeway unless they’re heading to the airport or, perhaps, Home Depot. Still, somehow I managed…
