Seems like every joint on the Beach these nights is blaring a Latin dance, trance, or get-in-my-pants tune from behind velvet ropes; not much reason to slow down and take a listen on the way home. On a Thursday night, though, there's something strange booming out of the Marlin Hotel. No mistaking a beat by Brand Nubian. Big black doorman on the porch says, "Come in, dawg." This is not the usual South Beach hang, with music straight off the FM dial and all eyes on who's who and how they dressed. No fuss about attire in here: baggy jeans, K-Swiss kicks, Kangol caps. Laid-back, streetwise, old-school vibe. Make a... More >>>