If you took Las Olas Boulevard and added a tablespoon of wealth, a dash of Caucasian, and a handle of vodka and put the whole darned thing in a blender, you'd have Delray Beach's posh Atlantic Avenue. The tiny strip of road is the heartbeat of the burgeoning city. And there is perhaps no better place for people-watching. By day, you can sit back and watch the elderly shuffle around in Birkenstocks as they pop in and out of boutiques, credit cards in hand. And with the beach within earshot, you're bound to get a few shirtless, glistening bods waltzing by, ripe for ocular judging. By night, the young and drunk take control of the streets. Hundreds of brightly colored polo shirts weave in between intoxicated selfies. It's wonderful. Think The Walking Dead meets Ralph Lauren.