Copacabana Supper Club in Fort Lauderdale: Nightlife as It Once Was, and Could Be

More often than not, today's clubbing experience goes something like this: You stand outside in a long line that's blocked with a velvet rope, waiting to be given a nod by some self-important tool with a clipboard in his hand and an earpiece in his ear. As you wait, some barely dressed bitch burns you with her cigarette, and the menacing bouncer eyes you like he wants to kill you. Then you pay a $20 cover for the privilege of hemorrhaging more money on $15 cocktails, being surrounded by a crowd that's raging on drugs, and watching some overhyped European DJ press "play" on his laptop and send untz-untz music coursing through the speakers.

It does not have to be so.

At 10:30 p.m. on a recent Saturday, the main dance floor at the Copacabana Supper Club was packed. While the band, Sabor Latina, played, its trombone and trumpet squealed and howled. The lead singer, a classed-down Ricky Ricardo wearing sunglasses and a goatee, flirted in rapid-fire Spanish with a group of gringas. Waiters scurried about carrying cocktails, small plates of food, and bottles of champagne with blazing sparklers coming out of the spouts.

The black grouper­ special ($22) includes a generous portion of meaty, juicy fish.
The black grouper­ special ($22) includes a generous portion of meaty, juicy fish.

Location Info


Copacabana Supper Club

219 S. Andrews Ave.
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33301

Category: Restaurant > Latin

Region: Fort Lauderdale


Copacabana Supper Club, 219 S. Andrews Ave., Fort Lauderdale. Call 954-767-0643. Open Thursday to Saturday 5 p.m. to 4 a.m.

Cheese and fruit platter $14

Veal and pork meatballs $10

Black grouper $22

Assorted petits fours $6

Among this sea of jacketed men and sequin-dress-wearing women, a 50ish black man in a black suit, a black buttoned-up shirt, and a bright-red metallic tie clapped together two wooden cylinders, keeping the beat. He pulled out a person-sized Cuban flag and began wearing it like a cape. As the night wore on, people took momentary pauses from dancing to shuffle over to their tables and grab another swig of their mojitos. The women chucked aside their too-high heels.

The original Copacabana nailed a certain winning formula: Its dinner-club-with-showgirls format attracted archetypical manly men and classy but sexy females; it had an upscale vibe but a nefarious undercurrent. It opened on Manhattan's Upper East Side in 1940, quietly owned by Frank Costello, the New York City Mafia kingpin who was head of the Luciano, and later Genovese, crime families. The gangster hangout played host to the era's most famous celebrities and entertainers — Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis Jr. It later became a popular backdrop for modern Mafia movies including Goodfellas, Carlito's Way, and The French Connection.

Over eight decades, the club has changed hands multiple times and moved to various locations across the city. In 2011, new owners revamped the concept and opened a Copacabana in Times Square, where it is both a tourist attraction and living relic.

Old nightlife-industry articles show that since at least 2010, people involved with the New York outpost have been interested in bringing the Copacabana concept to South Florida. After several years and adjusted plans, they eventually settled on Fort Lauderdale. A consultant quoted in news reports has said they chose it over Miami because Fort Lauderdale lacked a club with live music, dancing, and upscale dress.

On September 14, the new Copacabana opened in the former Laffing Matterz space at Andrews Avenue and Las Olas Boulevard that sat vacant for three years until construction began in January. And it is a far cry from the gauche nightclubs to which we've become accustomed.

The club is open only on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, and reservations are a must if you want to be guaranteed a table for dinner and freed from the $10 cover charge (which applies to men only.) As we walked to and from the restaurant on a Saturday night, the neighborhood seemed eerily empty — a sad hint that bars and restaurants in the adjacent Riverwalk area aren't faring so well.

We were late for our 8:30 reservation, but a tuxedoed maitre d' whisked us through the front doors. A curvaceous Latina hostess, all cleavage and hips, checked our reservations. As we waited, we chatted with Charles, another tuxedo-clad manager who was down from the New York club to help with the opening and who bemoaned the Yankees' loss to the Detroit Tigers and a missed opportunity at another World Series. His accent was classic New York Latino, a mashup of Puerto Rican and Staten Island.

Off to the side, a classic Copa girl — wearing black fishnet stockings, a red corset pushing up her breasts, and a tiny top hat with a black feather lashed to it — was smiling and shimmying and posing for pictures with guests, getting them in the mood for the night.

Inside, the 12,000-square-foot tropical-themed club was somewhat kitschy, but that was to be expected. Black-and-white pictures of mid-20th-century Copa girls were plastered around the walls. The bar area consisted of a few small tables and white leather banquettes, plus several high-tops. Broad, white, wooden palm fronds hung over a mirror-backed bar. People warmed up with a few cocktails, and a few started to dance to the live salsa coming from the main room.

Past wide columns and through a molded archway lay the main room, where about 20 tables were arranged in a semicircle around a sizable dance floor and stage, giving the room an amphitheater feel. A burgundy curtain was flanked by two more giant, white, wooden palm trees.

We started with obligatory mojitos ($12), which came in large stemless wine tumblers with plenty of mint. For anyone wary of their salsa skills, they are the perfect shot of courage. A cheese plate ($14) brought two discs of cold goat cheese topped with dots of pesto; thin triangles of Jarlsberg, a nutty, rich Swiss cheese; and salty Parmesan. Cured olives and a mixed fruit salad accompanied the spread along with a thin slice of toasted foccacia bread with a streak of pesto.

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More importantly, were there any english speaking people?