I was recently fortunate enough to spend a birthday weekend in Miami with some people I kinda love. Not surprisingly, I took some photos.
And by show them the ropes, I mean park ourselves at the beach for hours, leaving only to consume tacos and omelettes and the occasional umbrella-topped coconut water drink.
We intentionally stationed ourselves next to this defunct snack bar, a kind of marker for our beach territory. That way, if anyone ever mustered the energy to go for a walk along the beach, they could easily find their way back to our sad excuse for an umbrella, along with our mismatched towels and single lawn chair (courtesy of our Airbnb). Kind of like the yellow brick road. Except the yellow (fake) brick snack bar.
Day one’s lunch was tacotastic, thanks to Taquiza, a shack-type joint on Collins Avenue that offers sun-weary beachgoers noshes galore. Winning items in my book included the charred, crema-slathered Mexican corn and the bubbly, still hot, salty, doughy, blue masa chips + guac. Unquestionably the best chips I’ve ever had, if you can’t tell by the abundance of adjectives in that last sentence.
Evenings included celebratory meals at both Yard Bird and The Miami Beach Edition, where friends and I indulged in shrimp ‘n grits, fried chicken biscuits, kale salad, deviled eggs, and roasted carrots (not to mention watermelon / rosemary / bourbon cocktails) at the former, and farm egg-topped pizza and fresh fish entrées at the latter. My birthday dessert consisted of a chocolate peanut butter sundae, because that’s really all I ask for in life. Ceiling scenes from the bar overlooking the pool at The Edition, pictured below.
The next morning consisted of a short (though necessary) pre-breakfast run, followed by a balanced refuel session at oldie but goodie, Aroma Espresso Bar. I opted for the yogurt parfait with a side of walnuts for an extra omega-3 boost, and the largest and strongest iced coffee I could get my hands on. You could call this my happy place.
Forced to check out of our Airbnb with some seven hours to kill before being airport-bound, I decided to soak up the last bit of beachy goodness with a boardwalk walk and some local perusing. I happily stumbled upon a farmer’s market full of vibrant fresh fruits, and a man who was not opposed to giving me multiple samples of the coconut smoothies he was making. Between his generosity and the fact that it’s not often (or ever) that I encounter lychees at my favorite Manhattan farmer’s markets, I wandered the stalls giddily.
And so, with one last snap of the palm trees…
…I headed oh so reluctantly back to rain-stricken Atlanta, thankful that some loved ones and I were able to party in the city where the heat is on, even just for a mere 48 hours.
‘Til next time, MIA.