As akid, I remember sitting at our dinner table on a Saturday night, eating a fried chicken TV dinner with the little apple cobbler dessert,(Remember that? My favorite part!) with my Mom and Dad intently watching the television as the camera floated over the blue waters and up onto the white sands of South Beach. That familiar voice would say “Live! From Miami Beach…it’s the Jackie Gleason Show!” That was my first awareness of Miami Beach, Florida.
We are off to meet friends, flying today to Miami, Florida. It’s an all day trip flying five hours from California, getting up at o’dark thirty, dodging the commute traffic, fighting the rain to get to the airport two hours before our flight. Five hours later, we landed in Miami Beach, walking out the airport doors into the warm breeze off the Atlantic Ocean. How nice, but it took all day.
Riding in our taxi, we immediately knew we were in a different place. Our driver was from Haiti, with his native language being Creole and French, his wife is Puerto Rican, speaking Spanish, and many of his passengers are East Coast people trying to get out of he cold and snow from New York and New Jersey. As we rounded the corner to our hotel, he pointed out a restaurant saying, “That’s one of the best restaurants in town if you can get in.” A light bulb went off in our heads remembering that we had seen it on Yelp when searching for the best places to eat in Miami. When we are in a new place, it’s always a priority for us to seek out great food. Since the sun was setting, and it was just a little us dinner time, we basically threw our suitcases into the room, and made a dash for Joe’s Stone Crabs Restaurant, three blocks away, hoping to beat the dinner crowd.