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MISS MEGHAN IN MIAMI

Well well my little kittens. Didn’t we have a fine time on South Beach. The Raleigh is simply too fabu. Cozy, modern sophistication. The very definition of what a retreat hotel should be. There is no reason to leave the hotel unless you must get your Nobu on next door. (Tip: if you arrive at Nobu between 7:45 and 8:15 pm your wait will only be an hour, after 8:15 you are looking at 2 hours plus.) Another tip: leave the ordering in the hands of your waitress. Another tip: if you are afraid of Mike Tyson or other sort of odd celebrity sightings, don’t go there.

Let’s see. Shops: Sarsparilla which was tightly edited INA meets vintage sort of place, (and where it is rumored a sample dress from Zac Posen’s first line that never went into production sits in the back as Ken, the owner, simply cannot find it in his heart to part with it) and C.Madeline’s up in North Miami Beach. C.Madeline’s is a bit of a hike and feels a like a museum so save a few hours on a rainy day to check it out. An excellent resource for costume designers. The shop at the Raleigh is extremely well-edited and has such a wonderful flavor as well as our friend Francine who is a bevy of inside fashion tidbits. And of course they stock our dear friend Ashley’s shoes, so they are clearly on the right wavelength!

Eats: the above mentioned Nobu. Must have: oysters w/Nobu salsa, and the Salmon skin salad. To get your NYC on, hit Cafeteria where soy milk is always stocked, and for an authentic (read: no English at all, no A/C, and waiters who aren’t the most friendly) experience hit El Viajante Segundo, and for fresh fish lunch, hit the Sultan: nestled on the side of the Shore club it’s a little gem of a secret with the freshest yummiest lunches.

The shoe silhouette in South Beach is either high high stilettos or absolutely flat Grecian inspired sandals. Didn’t really see boots (THANK GOD NO UGGS!), kitten heels or any other variation.

Did I mention the Raleigh? The curvy pool, the delicious coconut flan, the door to the beach, the view from the room, the aqua and taupe 1950’s fan-print curtains. . .Sigh. But coming back into the city at 1am last night, with the Raleigh steeped in our souls, we still had that moment of overwhelming love for our fine city.