Music Genre




Hotels and Resorts Directory

7 Search Results
Display results per page
All # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
  • E-Z Rent A Car

    Terminal Drive Fort Lauderdale, FL 33315

  • Ed Lugo Resort

    2404 NE Eighth Ave. Wilton Manors, FL 33305

  • Embassy Suites

    1100 SE 17th St. Causeway Fort Lauderdale, FL 33316

  • Embassy Suites Boca Raton Hotel

    Embassy Suites Boca Raton Hotel

    661 Northwest 53rd St. Boca Raton, FL 33487

  • Embassy Suites Deerfield Beach Resort & Spa

    Embassy Suites Deerfield Beach Resort & Spa

    950 S. Ocean Way Deerfield Beach, FL 33441
    954-426-0478 When you're in desperate need of some R&R, a staycation is always an option. When those times arise, you can head off the beaten path to Deerfield Beach. The Embassy Beachfront Deerfield Resort & Spa is a hotel rife with amenities, from a heated pool to cooked-to-order breakfast to a 24 hour fitness center and full service spa. But who wants to work out when you're steps from the sand? Snag one of their 244 rooms and make yourself at home for the weekend. More >>

  • Embassy Suites Fort Lauderdale 17th Street

    Embassy Suites Fort Lauderdale 17th Street

    1100 SE 17th St. Causeway Fort Lauderdale, FL 33316

  • Entrada


    509 N. Federal Highway Hollywood, FL 33020
    954-923-4627 Its name lined in globe lights, the Entrada stands as a final vestige of old Florida motels. From this Hollywood strip Federal Highway you might mistake it for another piece of crumbling Floridiana, but inside the cocktail lounge around 2 a.m. you'll find it's ever so much more. Grab a seat in one of the stackable metal chairs that fences in the sunken bar and order a dirt-cheap drink from a plastic cup. Don't worry; this bar is grandfathered in with a 6 a.m. liquor license — all you have to do is be patient and wait for the magic to happen. Phase One: Sex workers fresh off their shifts pile in to commiserate about their nightly ordeals over $3 gins; their pimps loiter menacingly in the room's smoky corners. Phase Two: friendly neighborhood businessmen (i.e., dealers) swing by to drop off and collect from the underbelly's graveyard shift. Phase Three: If you've waited this long, you've now officially entered "Crazy Hour." This is when the order of operations stops making sense. Here's what you recall the next morning: the police came, repeatedly; prostitutes were passed out on the bar, the floor, your friend's lap; pimps got angry; there were fights; more cops; distant gunfire was heard; your friends vanished; you left a twenty on the bar — it was enough to buy a round for everyone in the room; you had new friends; the cops came and took your new friends away; you went home amazed. More >>