By Terrence McCoy
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Out of the billowing exhaust of Grand Theft Auto 3: Vice Citycomes Driv3r, another mega-selling video game that tries to convince anyone who hasn't actually driven here that Miami is one big, lawless speedway. The Atari game is stunningly detailed to the point of eerieness in its re-creation of the streets of Miami and Miami Beach, right down to the ever-under-construction Performing Arts Center, the nonworking pay phones of Biscayne Boulevard, and the public parking spaces that are always weirdly empty by the Bass Museum of Art.
Driv3r's main character, Tanner, is an undercover cop with an anti-authority streak who, despite being voiced by "Mr. Blonde" Michael Madsen, looks instead like Harvey Keitel. Tanner is immersed in a global car theft ring that calls itself "South Beach." When he finds out that Jericho (Mickey Rourke: What has happened to your career?), leader of an international crime syndicate, is looking for 40 stolen cars, he tries to put the brakes on the impending deal. Car chases, gunfights, and other random acts of graphic violence break out across Miami (as well as Nice and Istanbul) as a result.
Atari shipped 2.5 million copies of the game to retailers on June 21. The Bitch is for any diversion that keeps people in front of the television and off the street, but local officials probably don't similarly adore this latest emblem of the area's iconically chaotic civic state. On February 17, the Miami-Dade County Commission adopted a resolution "condemning violent video games and urging families and schools to take a greater interest in the activities of children and young people."
In Slick Transit
The Bitch had to stuff air-quoting paws in her pockets at the opening party for the Transit Lounge, a new place at 729 SW First Ave. in the husk of a sailboat manufacturing plant built in 1926. The bar -- definitely not a club, yet not quite a dive -- grimly resembles, both inside and out, the gritty Boston-Irish joint where Sean Penn offs Tim Robbins in Mystic River, and its ambiance is unwinkingly retro: The food at Transit's premiere was meatballs and chicken wings served from the kind of steam tables most often seen at high school chess club conventions, and equally unironic bowls of salted, red-skinned peanuts sat in ashtrays on the bar -- along with bonus cigarette butts.
Still, though The Bitch avoided the meat, she was happy not to negotiate the Chablis-flavored, maple-crusted truffles with kiwi-persimmon reduction usually served at these events. Transit's red-haired bartenders, who solemnly asked whether The Bitch wanted an appletini or a watermelontini, have an endearingly old-school vibe as well. They even do crazy stuff like look patrons in the eye, smile, and bring them drinks.
Isabel Kling, Transit Lounge's very charming (and very pregnant) owner, mused on the opening: "We went from a classy, artsy-type crowd to a bar crowd, on to a grungy crowd, and finished off with the 'in the biz' crowd. This is exactly what I had in mind for this business."
Again with the Nautical Theme....
Earlier this month U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft paid a visit to Miami to spread the word on the latest threat of a possible al Qaeda terrorist attack on U.S. soil. Spooky Ashcroft reminded reporters and law-enforcement officials that South Florida's seaports and airports are targets of opportunity for enterprising jihadists. "With that in mind, we are at a high level of intensity," Ashcroft warned.
Apparently the heightened terror level alert does not apply to a fuel depot located in the southwest quadrant of Fisher Island. On a recent excursion by speedboat through Government Cut, The Bitch observed a dearth of security just as a gargantuan tanker was unloading thousands of gallons of petroleum on the island. Not a single Coast Guard or Marine Patrol vessel was within sight to stop The Bitch from pulling up alongside the ship to pursue her fascination with large vessels. Suppose a suicide bomber had rammed a recreational boat loaded with C4 into the tanker, in a scenario mimicking the U.S.S. Cole terrorist attack? Who is going to stop such an environmental and human catastrophe from happening?
Representatives from Coastal Fuels Marketing, Inc., which operates the fuel farm, declined comment, as did the flacks at parent company Transmontaigne, based in Denver. U.S. Coast Guard spokesman Luis Diaz says the agency, along with Miami-Dade County police and the U.S. Parks Service, enforces a security zone from the turning basin near the American Airlines Arena to the Miami Beach side of the MacArthur Causeway when cruise ships are in the channel. There is no zone enforced for freighters, Diaz conceded. "But the area is heavily patrolled by the Coast Guard," he insisted, even though The Bitch's go-fast boat encountered no impediments in approaching the tanker.
Now, That's Salt in the Wound
A Coral Gables spa manager says he has been conned by a doctor who didn't let on that his medical license had been revoked in California for negligence.