“Good for you,” Susie says when I walk into the bar of the Entrada Motel (509 N. Federal Hwy., Hollywood) and point out that my car is parked in a lot with a tow-away sign. She warms up a bit when she cards my male companion and tells him he…
Some people hit the bars in the afternoon. Ninety-two-year-old Rosie Hirsch Leckart is one of those people. Sure, she’s only drinking soda water — a drop of liquor and she might fall asleep right there in her chair– but, she’s on the prowl. Her not-quite-five-foot frame teeters on the edge…
It’s 7:30 pm on a Monday, and the bartenders are clearing away someone’s dinner from an open spot at the bar of Mangos (904 E. Las Olas Blvd., Fort Lauderdale). As I try to put my purse down on the empty chair beside me, a husky man with a stack…
All over Himmarshee, there were boys in white. The USS Ronald Reagan was docked in Port Everglades from November 11 to 14, which meant a three-day injection of about 2,000 horny men into Fort Lauderdale’s nightlife. Once, these uniformed chaps might have been enough to make girls swoon, but these…
Who knew that the hand of fate was the kind of extremity that no hygienic person would want to touch? The crusty knuckled force had its way with me one recent Monday night about 9 p.m. when the Night Court mobile sputtered to a stop outside of Jiggles II strip…
Stephen shows me the digital face of his cell phone. It reads, “Evil Bitch.” “Misty put it on there,” the talkative bleach-blond said as he set the phone down next to a stack of singles. “That’s what she calls me.” We’re waiting, along with a few scattered groups in the…
There were no trophies, no overbearing parents beaming at their bed-headed little superathletes, and no speed-challenged children being left behind. In the banquet hall of the famed Swimming Hall of Fame on Fort Lauderdale Beach last Sunday night, it was just me, electronic dance mixes, and a horde of shirtless…
On Saturday, October 4, Radiohead visited Sound Advice Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach. Everyone was there. Opinions were split. Night Court, our illustrious nightclub diva, and Bandwidth, New Times’ fabled Bard of the music scene, well, disagreed. No they more than disagreed. They erupted. Thus, you have it: Our first-ever…
Boar’s Nest West is a deep and wide bar, with bare-bones, beer-advertisement décor. When I visited one night last week about 8 p.m., slathered in makeup and leather, a few scattered groups of manly men with bountiful sprouts of facial hair were sitting side by side around the large central…
Davie. A throwback. A town that time forgot. But a place that real estate developers, those uncanny visionaries, know all too well. Now that the home front consists of an eighth of an acre or less in South Florida, it would seem that cowboys would have nowhere to roam. Confined…
You’re baby boomer and beyond. A divorcée with a fat bank account ’cause you knew when to pull out of the market in the ’90s. But when you pulled your old bell-bottoms from your college trunk a couple of months ago and the fit wasn’t even close, you started doing…
The sages of pop culture past, Salt ‘n Pepa, once said, “Let’s talk about sex, baby/Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be.” Notice the comprehensive scope of their entreaty, which encompasses both the “good” things and the “bad” things that sexin’ may bring…
Here’s one for the penny pinchers. That’s right, grab your $2 pair of Walgreens glasses off the secondhand coffee table ’cause you’re gonna want to read this: a cheap drink lineup that’ll keep you buzzing all week. One thing we all know when we go out is that we’re gonna…
You don’t have to be a nuclear physicist or fighter jet pilot to go sake bombing. Just sit down to a nice sushi dinner, pour yourself a little Kirin beer, set your chopsticks on top of the mug, place a shot of sake on top, let it drop, and slam…
Have South Florida’s punk kids stifled their rage-based love of nihilistic music to saddle up for MTV’s pop culture pony ride? If the punk/hardcore music scene that rages nightly at Pompano Indoor Skate Park is any indication, that question can be answered with a resounding NAAAAAAAAAAY! That’s right. There’s more…
The toll-free phone line rings at Adam and Eve Sex Toy Co. A young man answers the line with a generic, memorized customer greeting. “Hello. Thank you for calling Adam and Eve. This is Chris speaking. How can I help you?” Over the jingle of ice, an old lady with…
