B.E.D., Miami

Tonight, things are quiet here in Tampa. Just the clicking from my computer keyboard and some light music plays, but in the distance, some 300 miles away, I hear reggaeton, salsa, hip-hop and feel the pulse of Miami. It rests in my thoughts and tomorrow night I will do it BIG! I’ll take to the streets like the most untamed tourist, belting out lyrics from classic G. Estefan songs and when I’ve exhausted myself I’ll tuck myself in for B.E.D.

That’s right I’m going to B.E.D. for the first time ever. Should I be excited? I don’t know. Going to B.E.D. in Miami wasn’t part of my original plans which were basically no plans other than a wedding I must attend, but I’m game for the concept restaurant where the dinner, dessert and drinks are all served in beds throughout the establishment. Located in the heart of South Beach at 929 Washington Ave, Miami Beach, FL, B.E.D. has been known to attract a slew of celebrities and aspiring young, beautiful people from around the globe. Certainly sounds a little high-profile for a sheepish blogger like myself. Perhaps I should just stay in my hotel bed, eh?

So what do you say? To go to B.E.D. or not to? That is the question? (If not, feel free to toss out some rec’s please.)

Friday Funny: Diet Coke and Mentos: The Fountain Opera

Once again for today’s Friday Funny I have to depart a bit from the theme of travel. I apologize, but I came across ths video over at Revver and I was just too impressed and blown away NOT to bring it to the attention of a wider audience. So, dear Gadling readers, take a look at this wonderful soda symphony, the wonderfully entertaining efforts of several geeky looking fellows who take two simple ingredients: Diet Coke and Mentos, and come up with one of the finest fountain scenes this side of Ocean’s Eleven. Talk about giving new meaning to the term soda fountain.

Fried Hell

Americans have a curious relationship with food, as the French have often pointed out, but nowhere does this become more apparent than at your typical county fair.

Although people go to county fairs in America for a variety of reasons, such as entering a prize pig or riding the rides, one attraction seems to stand out more so than all the others: eating.

This Sunday is the final day of the Orange County Fair in Southern California and to motivate attendance, the LA Times has spotlighted the culinary delights one can find there. And for this, the Times should be held liable.

Despite the origin of county fairs based on healthy, farm raised vegetables and produce, the Orange County fair is an orgy of fried food and grease. Now, I love grease as much as the next guy, but items like the chicken-Krispy Kreme sandwich are just going too far. For $4.95, fairgoers can sink their teeth into a Swiss cheese covered chicken breast tucked in between two glazed doughnuts and topped with sweet honey.

Or, there’s the deep fried avocado stuffed with carne asada and cheese. Fairgoers looking for something a bit more dessert oriented can decide between the deep fried Snickers, Twinkies or Oreos. Those who order all three, get a free defibrillator!

And you wonder why we’re a nation of fatties?

Hidden Gems: Little Palm Island Resort & Spa

Recently, my wife and I spent a long weekend in Florida’s Lower Keys. Often overlooked in favor of their more famous neighbors (Marathon and, of course, Key West), the Lower Keys offer untamed landscapes, brilliant beaches, outdoor adventure, and the best stargazing in Florida. Personally, we were there to participate in the Lower Keys Underwater Music Festival.

In an effort to increase the “special quotient” for our weekend, I made reservations for us at the Little Palm Island Resort and Spa, which Zagat rates as the best Hotel Dining Room in the Southeast and the third best in the Nation. The Resort is so exclusive, visitors are ferried to the Resort in the all-teak Miss Margaret. If you want to have a romantic, memorable dinner in the Keys, this is the place to go.

Visitors to the Resort park their cars on Middle Torch Key, near mile-marker 28.5 and enter a small, lavish waiting area. Immediately outside the waiting area is a canal from which the Miss Margaret departs.

We were a little early, so we waited outside before boarding the ship.

The ride to the Resort lasts about 20 minutes, and it’s quite nice. On the starboard side of the boat, beautiful homes line Middle Torch Key; on the port side, the great, big Atlantic Ocean rolls off into the distance. As the boat approached the Resort, everyone craned to see the island. Rooms here start at $750/night, and everyone was interested in seeing what the hub-bub was about.

As we got closer, the captain of the boat explained that the Island was landscaped with 150 kinds of palm trees, and the lushness was noticeable immediately. We really couldn’t see the Resort’s rooms from the boat. In fact, even after we docked, we could only see a roof here, or a private dock there. It was very, very private.

Upon docking, my wife and I were escorted briskly to a waiting table. We were informed that our dinner pass only entitled us access to the restaurant and the adjacent bar, and wandering around the property was strictly forbidden. Although I had asked for a beach-side table — where the chairs are, in the photo above — we were informed that the recent stormy weather made this impossible.

The Resort hosts weddings on an almost-daily basis. In fact, as we ate dinner, one young couple exchanged vows on the beach, as the sun set, about 50 yards from our table. Paparazzi-like, I snapped this photo as proof.

Okay, okay…so it’s not a great photo. In case you’re wondering, the couple and the preacher are just to the left of the crooked tree.

We ordered a half-bottle of wine and some appetizers, including grouper ceviche — “cooked” with key lime — and jumbo lump crab cakes. As we sat there, enjoying the gentle breeze and the fading sunlight, a key deer popped into view. Standing roughly two feet tall and weighing between 45 and 80 pounds, key deer are cousins to the Virginia white-tailed deer, but much, much smaller. Officials estimate that only 800 of them remain. Unfortunately, because of all the palm trees, ferns, and other wildlife in the way, I couldn’t snap a photo of a deer there before it ran away.

Soon, it was time to order another half-bottle of wine. (Man, those things go fast.) Shortly thereafter, dinner arrived. I enjoyed perfectly grilled grilled mahi mahi complemented by smashed purple potatoes. The fish was excellent, and I am happy to report that , although I’ve never before eaten purple potatoes, they were very nice, too. My wife ordered snapper, but I didn’t take a picture of her plate.

Although we were full from our appetizers, two half-bottles of wine, and our meals, we couldn’t leave without sampling dessert. I’m a key lime pie fanatic, so there was no way I was going to try anything else. My wife loves mango-flavored things, so when the waitress mentioned that they had mango sorbet, she was sold.

We also ordered dessert wines. After all, it was a special evening.

Stuffed, we paid the bill, and made our way down to the dock.

The last boat from the Resort to the mainland leaves at 10. We were on it. Overall, we had a very good meal at a very memorable location. I’d recommend a meal at Little Palm, however, keep these things in mind:

  • If you’re a man, you can wear shorts, but you must wear a collared shirt.
  • The mosquitoes in the Lower Keys are as big and as mean as vultures. Do NOT forget your mosquito repellent.
  • Although the atmosphere at Little Palm Island is “island casual,” it’s not terribly laid-back. Guests pay a lot to stay here, and management likes to encourage classiness. In other words, don’t plan on having a crab-cake-eating contest, or asking if you can sit in with the band, just for this one song.
Since dinner is pricey — our bill came to around $300! — consider visiting the Resort for Sunday brunch. The restaurant offers an appetizer buffet, and limitless, individually prepared entrees. At $59/person, it seems like a bargain. If you’re interested, the boat from the mainland leaves at 10:30am and 11:30am.

Have you ever visited Little Palm Island? What did you think?

Getting Good Gelato in Italia

If I’m correct when I reflect back and say this then I had my very first gelato experience ever like two days ago, but it was far from Italy. Considering it was the only gelato spot around for miles a guide to finding the BEST wasn’t really necessary. In that kind of heat I would have taken the gelato from the palms of a bum on a shady Venice Beach side street. In Italia it’s different though. It’s the home of gelato. The real deal. You want to score the best. But how?

Valerie Ng at World Hum fills readers in on telling the best from all the rest. Long lines are a good indication in any place and Italy is no exception. Just be sure to line up behind all the Italians and not your foreign look-a-likes. Search for the signs that read “fatta in casa,” which means the gelato was made in house. Learn how to order, a little gelato lingo and some advanced technique to help get you the best gelato in all of Italy. Check out all of Ms. Ng’s tips. Something tells me she really knows what she’s talking about.