Drinking with Trailer Trash

As often happens, mid-afternoon, I found myself nursing a manly cocktail at Twist, listening to the tales of life of Tommy Decker and generally mellowing out. As I came back to Earth, I realized that I was deep into the trailer trash zone, every third word spoken by the lady 2 seats down was profanity and the guy next to me was far too interested in the stack of tips awaiting Tommy's retrieval. I immediately took a long slurp off my drink and fled to The Palace, which was deader than dead -- ah well, at least I left the inhabitants of the 30-year old double-wides behind. Where to procure a decent cocktail on a Saturday afternoon in South Beach limited to people with 5 fingers or toes per hand or foot? hmmmmm, that is the question.....

Tuesday and no donutlands

A fine, windy morning at the Beach. November has its moments... Everyone has recovered from their Obama victory champagne hangovers and the Beach is deathly quiet. If people were making any money it would be a favorite time as the legendary South Beach locals have the place to ourselves Hee Hee!! Unfortunately, empty restaurants and bars means those locals are living off their meager savings. And with the Starbucks numbers reported this morning, it seems the locals are strolling about uncaffeinated -- talk about horrors!! A lollow-up rumor has it that a fella can get 2 large coffees and 2 doughnuts at Donutland for the price of 1 Starbucks scone. Now if only we had a Donutland. I was alert early this morning, so got myself together, called up a taxi, and headed out to Epicure (30 minutes later, 2 bags packed full of goodies!) Fortunately, their individual cherry pies are a noble alternative to fresh doughnuts any day.