I sometimes find it amazing when bloggers post something with no references. I've seen restaurant reviews with no location given for the restaurant, pictures with no description or place they were taken and so on and so forth. In fact there's a couple in your otherwise comprehensive Sunday evening Sift...
A- I missed this post by Miami Bike Scene that provided us a slideshow of the wet Busway Sprints that were held Friday night.
Unfortunately it was raining tonight but that still didn't stop a group of about 20 from coming out to the Busway Sprints. Initially we all agreed on canceling the event and just stuck around chatting it up, but around 9:45 we decided to give a go since the roads had slightly dried up.B- The Chowfather gives us the lowdown on Bar Rosso in Aventura.
The restaurant features an open kitchen, big bar area with long communal tables and an outdoor patio. It should be noted that the average age when we were there was 60...C- Swampstyle delivers a great Father's Day post with the usual swampstyle quirkiness.
We didn't sample a lot of the menu but what we tried was unfortunately mediocre at best. The burrata was too salty and a complete miss. The allegedly homemade whole wheat pappardelle with wild mushrooms, arugula and goat cheese was nothing special. The wood grilled octopus was okay but no match for the one I had last week at Michael's Genuine. As a huge meatball fan, I opted for the meatball sliders over the grilled short ribs and giant kobe beef ravioli. Another average offering. Not bad but no comparison to Macaluso's, Cafe Martarano's or nearby Fulvio's.
I obviously didn't love Bar Rosso and certainly can't recommend it.
I did not know my father personally, but all the stories told paint a picture of a wonderful man. Standing six feet tall, good teeth, green eyes and a physique that made women swoon and men revere. He was heir to a family dynasty, educated in the US, sported signature style in Levi jeans, and Stetson hat that made him a most eligible bachelor in the old provincial town. He was a friend in deed, a son, husband and father. It was the best of times.D- 305 takes us a thrifting adventure somewhere in Hialeah (I'm assuming) and has a bunch of photos.
But Castro's revolution changed everything. In November 1958 father was informed of a massacre in one of our farms on the outskirts of town. He hurriedly took off towards that dreadful scene but never returned. His body was found soon after. Consequently there were charges filed against Batista's renegade cops, a quick trial was set, judgement delivered and it was of to the firings squad for a bunch of hooligans. It was the worst of times.
We headed up to Flamingo Plaza, which is heralded as some of the best thrifting in Miami, to see what they had going on. We found gentlemen selling plants off the back of trucks, people in old cars with a PA System advertising pizza and lots and lots of shops with all sorts of things in them, including old stoves, bar chairs, wedding dresses, underwear and more.E- Nikon Miami shares some images from an "alternative lifestyle celebration" that was recently held (I'm assuming) in South Florida.
F- Coconut Grove Grapevine scolds recalcitrant Grovites who take their electronic devices to meetings.
Too many Village Council members and others in committees and groups are on their iPhones or Blackberries too much during the meetings. One can even hear the phones ringing on tv, while at home watching the meetings!
If you are so indispensable at 8 pm on a Thursday night, where you cannot even turn off your phones, then maybe you are too busy to be on the Village Council.
Maybe we need to do what they do in schools, you put your phone in a box when you enter the chambers and then pick it up when you leave at the end of the meeting.