Sounds like a vaudeville team, but this spot actually stocks hundreds of cigars imported from the Canary Islands. And it's a cool, high-ceilinged, relaxing place in which to puff away. But the number of folks actually smoking seems to be dwindling these days. Good thing Condal & Peñamil mixes a sweet-tart sangría and serves a pleasant, if pricey, cheese platter. The staff's hospitality -- and this is South Beach -- cannot be questioned, nor the proximity of the outdoor tables to the action on Lincoln Road. When the cigar trend finally dies, Condal & Peñamil should survive. Then we can only hope swing dancing goes the way of the stogie.
Sounds like a vaudeville team, but this spot actually stocks hundreds of cigars imported from the Canary Islands. And it's a cool, high-ceilinged, relaxing place in which to puff away. But the number of folks actually smoking seems to be dwindling these days. Good thing Condal & Peñamil mixes a sweet-tart sangría and serves a pleasant, if pricey, cheese platter. The staff's hospitality -- and this is South Beach -- cannot be questioned, nor the proximity of the outdoor tables to the action on Lincoln Road. When the cigar trend finally dies, Condal & Peñamil should survive. Then we can only hope swing dancing goes the way of the stogie.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Welcome to homeboy heaven. You've seen the cars with low-profile tires and booming bass rolling from Hialeah and Kendall to South Beach. You've seen the cars' passengers with pants drooping off their butts while their gold fronts glitter through defiant smirks. Cream is the ultimate destination of all those young yo-yos. The only thing that outweighs the testosterone in this joint: gold chains. Ain't nothing but a g-thang, dawg.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Welcome to homeboy heaven. You've seen the cars with low-profile tires and booming bass rolling from Hialeah and Kendall to South Beach. You've seen the cars' passengers with pants drooping off their butts while their gold fronts glitter through defiant smirks. Cream is the ultimate destination of all those young yo-yos. The only thing that outweighs the testosterone in this joint: gold chains. Ain't nothing but a g-thang, dawg.
If bar food everywhere was as good as it is at Tobacco Road, beer drinkers would be even fatter than they already are. The Road slings the nonliquid staples: burgers, nachos, chili, French fries, wings. Except everything is done to chin-wiping excess. Prime example: four kinds of burgers with names (Death, Mega) that convey a Mad Max spirit of gluttony. There are two types of fries and five ways to order a chicken sandwich. Appetizers drop to discount rates during happy hour (5:00 to 7:00 p.m.). After midnight when one needs extra party fuel, the prices on the big-ticket items (T-bone steak, rib eye sandwich, filet mignon) dip to six bucks. But what truly makes the Road's food the finest around are the weekday specials. What other bar offers (beginning on Monday and running until Thursday) perfectly prepared rack of lamb, lobster, spaghetti with meatballs, and steak, each under ten bucks? Combine an abundance of munchables with kicking live music and a superb selection of libations and that swelling gut seems a small price to pay.

Tobacco Road
If bar food everywhere was as good as it is at Tobacco Road, beer drinkers would be even fatter than they already are. The Road slings the nonliquid staples: burgers, nachos, chili, French fries, wings. Except everything is done to chin-wiping excess. Prime example: four kinds of burgers with names (Death, Mega) that convey a Mad Max spirit of gluttony. There are two types of fries and five ways to order a chicken sandwich. Appetizers drop to discount rates during happy hour (5:00 to 7:00 p.m.). After midnight when one needs extra party fuel, the prices on the big-ticket items (T-bone steak, rib eye sandwich, filet mignon) dip to six bucks. But what truly makes the Road's food the finest around are the weekday specials. What other bar offers (beginning on Monday and running until Thursday) perfectly prepared rack of lamb, lobster, spaghetti with meatballs, and steak, each under ten bucks? Combine an abundance of munchables with kicking live music and a superb selection of libations and that swelling gut seems a small price to pay.

If yuppies were cars, what a jam we'd really be in. Every Friday afternoon thousands of stressed-out corporate types working off their office rage flood the block in front of this historic restaurant, an actual restored firehouse from the Twenties. Fortunately the only beeping to be heard emanates from the cell phones folks forgot to turn off. And though the riotous live music and free-flowing alcohol can make this happy hour seem like a weekly firetrap populated by stumbling drunks, keep in mind that the bartenders here wield fire hoses of a sort -- even if they do only squirt tonic.
If yuppies were cars, what a jam we'd really be in. Every Friday afternoon thousands of stressed-out corporate types working off their office rage flood the block in front of this historic restaurant, an actual restored firehouse from the Twenties. Fortunately the only beeping to be heard emanates from the cell phones folks forgot to turn off. And though the riotous live music and free-flowing alcohol can make this happy hour seem like a weekly firetrap populated by stumbling drunks, keep in mind that the bartenders here wield fire hoses of a sort -- even if they do only squirt tonic.
In the category of sports involving the launching of potentially dangerous projectiles at targets, skeet shooting seems to lately be eclipsing the more reasonable game of darts. But Miami-Dade still has a few dark corners where dartage remains the call of the day. The newfound passion for the shotgun arts is probably a mere fad, and a more expensive one than tossing the little fin-tailed arrows. Regrettably some of our favorite dart venues have only one board, to wit the Gables Pub at 270 Catalonia Avenue in Coral Gables and the Abbey Brewing Company at 1115 Sixteenth Street in Miami Beach. Others, like Tom's NFL Club in Miami Springs, have eight, but the arrow-chucking crowds are exponentially larger. Irish House posts two traditional dart boards (and one electronic) in a back corner that has plenty of elbow room. And at this friendly bar the only bull is the red one you're aiming for. Even if you can't hit a double-20 to save your life, you can distract yourself with smoked fish, burgers, and bargain-priced suds. The bar does not permit skeet shooting.

In the category of sports involving the launching of potentially dangerous projectiles at targets, skeet shooting seems to lately be eclipsing the more reasonable game of darts. But Miami-Dade still has a few dark corners where dartage remains the call of the day. The newfound passion for the shotgun arts is probably a mere fad, and a more expensive one than tossing the little fin-tailed arrows. Regrettably some of our favorite dart venues have only one board, to wit the Gables Pub at 270 Catalonia Avenue in Coral Gables and the Abbey Brewing Company at 1115 Sixteenth Street in Miami Beach. Others, like Tom's NFL Club in Miami Springs, have eight, but the arrow-chucking crowds are exponentially larger. Irish House posts two traditional dart boards (and one electronic) in a back corner that has plenty of elbow room. And at this friendly bar the only bull is the red one you're aiming for. Even if you can't hit a double-20 to save your life, you can distract yourself with smoked fish, burgers, and bargain-priced suds. The bar does not permit skeet shooting.

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