In the ’80s and ’90s, Miamians fled the city’s urban core for suburbia, leaving mere shells of once-grand buildings in their wake. The Upper Eastside, which was once a tourist destination for its MiMo architecture and neon lights, began to look like something out of a postapocalyptic George Romero film. Fighting for survival, the motels soon converted into pay-by-hour establishments, thus giving birth to Miami’s unofficial red-light district. Thanks to James Beard-winning chefs, their Upper Eastside restaurants, and a swell of MiMo appreciation, the area is no longer a haven for such crimson-hued illicit activity. Meanwhile, Broward’s Fetish Factory is paying homage to the erotic De Wallen, the largest and best-known sex block in Amsterdam, with its... More >>>