Let’s fast-forward to tonight.
You’re easing into the kind of evening that usually requires a 32-day detox. The champagne is flowing. The crowds are insane. There’s a DJ-off in the dance pit. And you’re pretty sure you didn’t order that last round of tequila popsicles.
It can be tough to find sustenance in this kind of chaos.
Unless you’re at a new tater-tot-laden nightclub. In Boca...
Welcome to Spin Ultra Lounge, now open at Mizner Park. (And yes, you’ll be partying in Boca.)
It’s not as far-fetched as it seems, especially when you take in this sprawling, Moroccan-style wonderland awash in purple and red lights, brass tables and a space-age LED wall (it’s the flat-screen of mega-clubs). Before long you’ll be dancing with a real estate heiress and crashing bachelorette parties—all with the aid of a few drinks that blur the line between liquid and solid (margarita pops for you; Sex on the Beach shots that look like Fruit Gushers for the ladies).
When you need to refuel, guide your dance floor companion to one of the cabana daybeds outside, where you’ll retreat for upscale club grub from a former Barton G. chef. Things like mini Kobe beef corn dogs and those tater tots with bacon and jalapeño sour cream.
So you can leave the ketchup at home.
You’re easing into the kind of evening that usually requires a 32-day detox. The champagne is flowing. The crowds are insane. There’s a DJ-off in the dance pit. And you’re pretty sure you didn’t order that last round of tequila popsicles.
It can be tough to find sustenance in this kind of chaos.
Unless you’re at a new tater-tot-laden nightclub. In Boca...
Welcome to Spin Ultra Lounge, now open at Mizner Park. (And yes, you’ll be partying in Boca.)
It’s not as far-fetched as it seems, especially when you take in this sprawling, Moroccan-style wonderland awash in purple and red lights, brass tables and a space-age LED wall (it’s the flat-screen of mega-clubs). Before long you’ll be dancing with a real estate heiress and crashing bachelorette parties—all with the aid of a few drinks that blur the line between liquid and solid (margarita pops for you; Sex on the Beach shots that look like Fruit Gushers for the ladies).
When you need to refuel, guide your dance floor companion to one of the cabana daybeds outside, where you’ll retreat for upscale club grub from a former Barton G. chef. Things like mini Kobe beef corn dogs and those tater tots with bacon and jalapeño sour cream.
So you can leave the ketchup at home.
