I used to go to the one in Beacon Center when I lived in Miami. It's out near Doral, which is just west of Miami International Airport, right in the final approach glideslope. You can damn near count the rivets on the planes as they fly over.
So I'd sit at their outdoor bar. This way, I could also smoke while I had a beer. Broad behind the bar was from Colombia, sold me a deck of Hooters playing cards with the closing line: "I'm in there." Figured what the hell. Sure enough, she is. I mean, you wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating crackers. Definitely Miami.
So I'd sit at their outdoor bar. This way, I could also smoke while I had a beer. Broad behind the bar was from Colombia, sold me a deck of Hooters playing cards with the closing line: "I'm in there." Figured what the hell. Sure enough, she is. I mean, you wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating crackers. Definitely Miami.