In case you don’t already know, I hate the beach. And, not just the beach, but Miami Beach as a whole is just a cesspool of pretense and superficiality. I hate the traffic. I hate the parking. I hate the parade of Botox and silicone. Plus, I look terrible in a swimsuit.
That aside, every now and then, a restaurant garners enough buzz to get me off my lazy butt and off to a Miami Beach adventure. Prime 112 was one such instance. When I asked people what kind of food they serve, I was told “a little bit of everything.” That worried me, because most restaurants that try to dabble in different types of cuisine usually don’t excel at any of them. Still, with an open mind (and someone else’s wallet), I made my way over there. (more…)