Miami. A city that’s spicy, hot, and larger than life, with a playful name that swings in your mouth. It was raining when I arrived, but as the saying goes, a rainy beginning makes for a sunny road. Fabled saying or not, it luckily held true in my case this past week.
On my first night I had a bowl of warm edamame sprinkled with sea salt. After that came a roll of sweet potato sushi with a creamy avocado center. Miami, as I’ve come to learn, is the lover of good food. It’s also the lover of turquoise waters, jewelry-box homes, and beauts in snappy heels. This mini archipelago of fine cuisine and glitzy clubs, strung together by high-arched bridges, sparkled and flashed like the ocean on a sunny day.
I don’t know if it’s all for real or for pretend, but in this city it could matter less. Fake it ’till you make it, and when you do, make sure it’s big, splashy, and full of verve.