Mere hours after the Dolphins’ recent victory over the Bills, I was engrossed in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em at Jester’s Pub, unaware of my home team’s outrageous fourth-quarter comeback victory. It’s poker, baby! A bona fide ESPN sport that’s sweeping the bar landscape in places like Waxy O’Connor’s,…
Talking with handsome young Nathan, a blue-eyed, big-shouldered guy I met at Blue Martini last week, it became obvious that the last thing men obsessing about the anatomy of women want to think about is how that anatomy works. Not to be too delicate about it, but when Nathan suddenly…
For those, like Night Court, who’ve never actually been to Ibiza, the tropical-tinged, house-infused, all-night party atmosphere at Hallandale Beach’s Nikki Marina can be transporting. True, the party doesn’t end at dawn — try 2 a.m. — but the dining-party experience ensures a good six hours of intimate play with…
The details of last week´s Broward exclusive were so outlandish, I figured they had to be bullshit. One copy of Madonna´s new CD, Confessions from a Dance Floor, was supposedly being flown to Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport as the first leg of a national nightclub CD-listening tour, timed to promote…
Ever seen the sad folks slipping dollar after dollar into the bar-top video machines at your local dive? You know the machine I’m talking about, the one that quizzes you on sex trivia or your anagram skills or, best of all, your ability to compare two images and find five…
It was the Tuesday night after the storm. With a 7 p.m. curfew, there wasn’t a hell of a lot for a nightlife columnist to do in a town that hasn’t been bitch-slapped this hard since the ’50s. I had a freezer full of pork loin hours from thawing into…
The chant “Here we go, Steelers, here we go!” was winding down at the very packed Humphrey’s Tavern and Grill on 33rd after the Steelers touched out the Chargers last Monday night. Hip, hip, whatever! Far more interesting than the carousing over the game was the line of questioning I…
It’s Wednesday night at 11, the Broward Center is disgorging hundreds of The Phantom of the Opera viewers into the hot Florida night, and the friends I watched the play with were trying to say their goodbyes. A couple of soporific hours of Andrew Lloyd Webber and all of a…
It’s 8 on Saturday night, and the evening is unfolding almost as sluggishly as the pace it took for my armpit hair to grow into the two luxurious bushes I now wear. That’s two months, to be exact, ever since I lost my razor (don’t ask) and decided to let…
The last time I crashed Crush, the Thursday-night indie-rock party, it was packed with boys wearing short shorts, ties, and sunglasses in ’70s tennis player fashion. The Bjorn/Mac/Jimmy wannabes were showing more skin than the virtually nude girls. It was kinda hot, the only drawback being the pretty-boy attitude they…
The massive room, filled to the brim with gay men, exploded in cheers when W walked on stage. And surprising as it may seem, the love only increased when W strapped on an acoustic guitar. It was a curious response for the notoriously AWOL, crisis-averse, photo-op-seeking… oh, hold up, girl;…
The dark club was thumping to “Don’t Cha,” the annoying yet irresistible new song by the Pussycat Dolls. The periphery of the dance floor was packed with groups of women swaying and nursing drinks, leaving the center to a young girl-girl couple that was dancing nasty, all into each other…
You could live your whole life in Broward County and, if you never made a wrong turn or let yourself get lost, overlook the most aged, authentic bars around. You could complain about crowds, parking, and unvarying personalities until your tongue dried out. Then again, if you indulged your adventurous…
If there’s one thing in the world that doesn’t make sense, it’s how most offspring cringe at the discussion of mom and dad making sweet, sweet love. For most of us, revulsion ensues when the parental units lock the bedroom door to “turn in early.” And menopause, high blood pressure,…
His face was covered in long, black whiskers. Sitting at the bar in Sublime vegetarian restaurant, with his curly ponytail popping out of the back of a baseball cap, he was probably still working on the gator vittles wedged between his teeth. It was the night of Gold Coast Magazine’s…
Inside the bedroom of a beachside apartment, a tall, muscular, Italian-American dominatrix with attractive, sharp features and multicolored dreads was putting a damsel named Lumina in some pretty serious distress. She wrapped the naked, feminine body in black plastic wrap, stretching the dense material down Lumina’s arms and legs, binding…
The website www.becomeaplayer.com is one among many resources that tell guys how to pick up women. It offers advice like “constantly repeat her name” and “change the amounts of attention you give her.” Armed with these tricks, you can apparently drive a female crazy. Scary, ladies, ain’t it? It seems…
When Revolution, the downtown Fort Lauderdale spot for live rock ‘n’ roll, announced that Nicole Richie would be its surprise “red carpet arrival” last Friday night, Night Court smelled trouble. Come on now, people. Do you expect me to believe that the Revolutionaries would bring in someone so mainstream? Remember…
“This girl was beautiful. She was gorgeous. She was only 21 years old, and a trick had bought her a brand-new Pontiac Firebird,” recalls 57-year-old, semiretired pimp Charleston Blue. “Then she handed the car over to me. Funny thing is, she was a renegade whore. She’d never been with a…
The banter in the back room of Bob Roth’s New River Groves, a laid-back, family-run fruit stand and shipping business at Griffin Road just west of Florida’s Turnpike, smacks of lazy, stuffed-belly revelry. It comes as easy as pie, which just happens to be one of the place’s signature products…
South of the Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport, an inconspicuous strip of asphalt branches off Federal Highway. It’s easy to drive past without blinking, but the placid, one-mile stretch bordered by the Dania Beach Cutoff Canal to the north and a warehouse district to the south warrants a second look…
Rose and Crown Pub and Eatery, 3680 W. Commercial Blvd., Fort Lauderdale.
Scarlett’s Cabaret, 2920 SW 30th Ave., Pembroke Park.
Porterhouse, 201 SW Second St, Fort Lauderdale.
Georgie’s Alibi, 2266 Wilton Dr., Wilton Manors.
