It's been seven years since musician and bar owner Carl Pacillo, spurned by a deal with the Seminoles gone awry, set up shop in the last refuge he could find, a long, narrow hallway of a space in a strip mall in the middle of industrial Oakland Park. And in those past seven years, Kilmo, as this town knows him, has turned that unlikely, divey space into the last vestige of a dying art scene — where jazz musicians congregate simply because they love playing and those who still appreciate authenticity come to watch the righteous tumult as it smolders like a Florida sunset. His bar, Alligator Alley — our favorite taproom, music hall, and damn fine native kitchen - will celebrate the... More >>>