I walked into the Brickell Village complex in Miami the other night to meet a dear friend of mine from NY. New Yorkers have a habit of traveling in packs or randomly running into each other thousands of miles away. My old friend that I was linking up with directly from Miami International, I haven’t seen since we were at the Coffee Shop in Union Square years ago. Yeah, that rare but not at all surprising moment in Manhattan when you very easily run into a celebrity, or in our case have one sit at your table at an outdoor cafe. Let’s just say the last time I saw my dear, former Heart and Soul Magazine staffer / friend – Dave Chapelle walked up to our table and sat down and rapped with us for an entire five minutes. In fan world that’s equivalent to about an hour and a half…
So that was the first thought that came to mind when I walked in Brickell looking for the Burgers and Beer Joint my dear friend had designated as the meeting spot.
Moments later I entered a not so surprisingly packed bar full of anxious Miami Heat fans watching the NBA finals on all one million and two of the big screens across the bar. I was pleasantly greeted by my friend and the entire table. The magical moment was very gracefully interrupted by the waitress who was more interested in obtaining my order than the long time no see formalities of a newcomer to Miami. I ordered my drink, chatted it up with the table, got them up to speed with my life as they did theirs, and then landed on a couple of ideas for snacks. To my surprise, not only did the waitress have the disappointing announcement of running out of the popcorn shrimp that I ordered, but five minutes later after coming up with a consolation order of the Wagyu Sliders, she further destroyed the moment with the same announcement. I thought it was actually pretty humorous. My FPIC on the other hand didn’t once he was confronted with the same issue with his tuna sandwich. In my foodie book, ordinarily strike three and you’re out. I have to say though, the nostalgia of being around an old NY friend, and being in the midst of such great company with the others, laughter was the only option. It was simply a good vibe, and I didn’t want to destroy it. We were having a good time, and my foodie instincts told me that this place had really good burgers.
About nine trials of ordering and availability shenanigans later, I was proven correct. The most massive onion rings soon landed on our table, enough to feed a family in Sudan. Between that, the incredulous burger, the awesome company, and the energy from the Miami Heat fans absorbing the Finals, it was truly a perfect storm evening in Brickell Village at the Burgers and Beer Joint.