I would much rather play sports than watch them. That said, I enjoy a good excuse to eat, drink and be merry—all of which sporting events offer in droves—and, for that reason alone, I enjoy watching sporting events. As the motherload of American sporting events, the SuperBowl already takes the phrase "eat, drink, and be merry" to the next level. (I mean, when else is it acceptable to take 15 beers, 20 pigs in a blanket, a family size bag of potato chips and a bucket full of chicken wings to the face?) But leave it to South Beach locals to break all kinds of sporting event glass ceilings with our bougie and completely over-the-top SuperBowl fêtes.
I'm talking from experience. I spent Sunday evening with friends in a beautiful apartment that overlooks Biscayne Bay, yelling at a TV that is so hi-def we could see every bead of sweat on that guy in the nosebleeds. Instead of nachos, our appetizers consisted of a slate of goat, manchego and farm-fresh yogurt cheeses. Instead of the blue cooler full of beer, I was greeted by an elegant display of limited production Cabernet Sauvignon and chilled Pinot Grigio. And, because a South Beach girl is not one to be outshone, I showed up perfectly overdressed in the Jolene dress from Tularosa's new collection, a gorgeous floor length gown that serendipitously caught my eye at Frankie earlier that morning.
In a super Duck Dynasty turn of events, the dinner at our fancy shmancy party was comprised of homemade southern cooking. (It wouldn't be a Miami party without a seemingly incongruent mishmash of traditions.) I made this raw kale salad recipe, without cranberries and with sunflower seeds instead of pine nuts, that was pretty bomb. My friend Roy slaved in the kitchen for hours, offering us baked beans, mashed potatoes, and the best ribs I have ever had. I seriously can't compute how his ribs came out so perfect considering he baked, not grilled them and am working my magic to weed out his secret. (When I get my hands on that recipe, I'll be sending it exclusively for my newsletter subscribers. Subscribe here so you don't miss out!)
Are there South Beach locals that have a more casual, down-to-earth approach to SuperBowling? Of course—just as some of my neighbors probably watched the game from their yachts as their butler Duckworth showered them with caviar. The point is South Beach loves to inject everything with glitz and glamour and sporting events are no exception. If the SuperBowl isn't safe, imagine what we can do to spruce up spectating your kid's next soccer game...