By David Minsky
By Jen Mangham
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By Laine Doss
By Bill Wisser
By Dana De Greff
By Laine Doss
By Zachary Fagenson
So this year I've decided to break my no-resolution rule, in hopes of reversing the equation. In other words, I want to start doing more of what I adore, less of what I despise. So, on my way to becoming a fat, big-spending alcoholic, in 1996 I vow:
To get drunk on rum cake at Norma's on the Beach (646 Lincoln Rd., Miami Beach; 532-2809). It should take about one piece of that potent delicacy, endowed with the golden Appleton spirit.
To stuff myself on the stuffed pastas -- notably the tender ricotta-filled cannelloni -- at Cafe Ragazzi (9500 Harding Ave.; 866-4495). The only danger here is the size of the 40-seat place. Squeezing in is fine. It's squeezing out that may be a problem.
To triple my intake of chocolate, starting with the triple chocolate wildebeest cake at zanZbar (602 E. Las Olas Blvd., Fort Lauderdale; 767-3377). Makes an animal out of the most sedate chocolate lover. Grrr.
To banish live musical acts during the dining hour. The only music I like accompanying my meal is the kind I make myself with a knife and fork.
To bring my own laminated chopsticks to Two Sisters (in the Hyatt Regency, 50 Alhambra Plaza, Coral Gables; 441-1234), where Pacific Rim meets Spain and I can test my dexterity by picking up slippery black beans one at a time. According to Chinese tradition, 100 beans in a row means I'm marry-able. According to Latin tradition, 100 beans in a row means I'm going to have a stomachache. Good thing counting beans isn't a Jewish custom, or I'd still be single.
To undertake a "Walk of Death" down Ocean Drive, stopping at each and every cafe for something to eat or drink -- all in one night.
To go on a heavy date with herring in sour cream at Food by Trolls (9707 S. Dixie Hwy., South Miami; 668-9395). Because after I demolish the portion of cured fish rimmed with sharp red onions, a troll is the only companion I'll have.
To return every single PR call about new restaurants -- in 1997.
To separate the meat from the bone at Crystal Cafe (726 41st St., Miami Beach; 673-8266), where the osso buco is as big a life-changing experience as puberty.
To answer "yes" to the inevitable question I get -- usually more than once -- at weddings, funerals, dinner parties, and family gatherings: "You're not going to review this, are you?" and then laugh at the host's look of panic.
To bistro-ize myself at Le Bouchon du Grove (3430 Main Hwy., Coconut Grove; 448-6060), where the tarte tatin is a tasty treatment of the apple, and the friendly French service is a tasty treatment of the customer.
To don my tightest, flashiest gear and smoke a big-as-a-log cigar on the patio at Nemo (100 Collins Ave., Miami Beach; 532-4550). Then order wahoo for dinner, if only because it's such a speedy sucker, and so appropriate here -- a fast fish for a fast crowd.
To get the raw deal at Yozo's Sushi Hana (in the Four Ambassadors Hotel, 801 S. Bayshore Dr.; 358-0511) on a boat, elaborately garnished and fresh as flowers.
To stop cringing at sponge-painted walls and accept the fact that the trend ain't over yet.
To chug the home-brewed beers and ales at the Abbey Brewing Co. (1115 Sixteenth St., Miami Beach; 538-8110) until they all taste the same. Weave my way to South Pointe Seafood House (1 Washington Ave., Miami Beach; 673-1708) and do likewise. Then stumble around, acting like everyone else on Washington Avenue after midnight.
To consume more "curly curls" -- deep-fried carrot strips doused in garlic butter and Parmesan cheese -- at K.C. Cagney (11230 SW 137th Ave.; 386-1555), the undisputed king of cholesterol- and calorie-laden crunch that not even the health-conscious Nineties can depose of.
To sample every kind of bread Biga (1710 Alton Rd., Miami Beach; 538-3335) bakes. Then go on the updated Atkins protein diet and lose all that carbo-loaded weight.
To get stoned on crabs. This year I'll also try not to slice myself on those sharp little shards. I have enough lacerations from my five felines, who often confuse me with their dinner. And while I'm at it, I vow to stop acquiring cats. Really. You can hold me to that.
To fish at Lure (805 Lincoln Rd., Miami Beach; 538-5873) for basil-mango cheesecake. I'm hooked.
To sup in a grand manner. At the Grand Cafe (in the Grand Bay Hotel, 2669 S. Bayshore Dr., Coconut Grove), the soft-shell crabs served over springy buckwheat linguine, snow peas, and carrots in oyster sauce are an obvious choice, being that chef Pascal Oudin, one of Food & Wine's Best New Chefs of 1995, is the pearl of this operation.