These guys can show you a few things.
Like how to write a legendary city anthem. Wear the hell out of some leather pants. Do the conga.
Oh, and where to find some killer sea bass around town.
Ready your camera app for Seaspice, an enchanting waterfront seafood enclave for grilled crustaceans, chilled wine and the occasional celebrity sighting, now open on the Miami River.
Long before Seasalt was a twinkle in someone’s eye, this was Howard Hughes’s seaplane hangar. But time has a magical way of turning industrial warehouses into gorgeous seafood bastions bedecked in navy-and-white curtains, Spanish tile and the errant porthole.
So, dinner. With a date. Make it so. Raise a Seasalt Gibson (Imperia, vermouth, house-pickled cipollini onions) over a madras-curry-infused lobster casserole at a cozy wooden table located under a chandelier of suspended copper fish, oars and other random nautical-ness right by the water.
Speaking of which, see that dock across the river—this place owns that. They’ll be setting up a valet station there that’ll ferry you from your boat to the restaurant on a Venetian gondola. They’re just waiting for the right vessel.
That makes two of you.