The last time I was in Miami, I was doing street reporting for Glamour and we stayed at a luxury hotel with a per diem and were encouraged to hit the bars every night to recruit men and women to feature in street reporting features. This past visit was even better than that.
I was in Miami to attend the massive iHeartRadio pool party with VISITFLORIDA, and conveniently enough, they put all of us up at the Fontainebleau, which not only was the host for the party but also one of the most historic properties in town. Win and win!
With the number or resorts and bungalows, hotels and villas that dot the Florida coast, it sure is nice to be able to drink and have fun and then walk back to your room without needing to call a cab. (Safety first!)
We didn’t even leave the property once from lunch on Saturday until we headed to the airport on Sunday night. We had cocktails at Bleau Bar, dinner at Gotham Steak and then lunch at La Cote, and spent the after hours at one of the on-site clubs, Liv.
In a complete stroke of luck, Michel—one of my only European friends I didn’t get to see on my recent tour of the continent—emailed SVV by chance four days before our trip, saying he was living in Miami and looking to relocate to San Francisco. So we coaxed him and his girlfriend over to the Fontainebleau to spend all day Sunday on the beach with us. (As such, two weeks later, SVV is still peeling like an onion.)
I think we’ve been sufficiently spoiled, and I’m completely OK with that. Though I fear I’ll never be able to return to Miami and not stay at the Fontainebleau now that I know what Florida heaven is truly like!