Claim to fame: Runs Alligator Alley, a homey Oakland Park blues and jazz bar.
What he's done for us lately: Kilmo's no-crapola dedication to warmth and spontaneity attracts the likes of legendary rap progenitor Blowfly, twin-brother funk act Way of the Groove, and hippie funksters the Psycho Daisies. What about the Alley? It's a modest-looking joint in a Commercial Avenue strip mall with Creole tasties like buffalo gator nuggets popping out of the kitchen and Kilmo himself often sitting in with the band on guitar. This is, as Kilmo likes to put it, "the real Florida."
What it takes: "I guess you need a short attention span. I'm a stimulus junkie. If something doesn't stimulate, I'm on to something else. I was never an in-between guy. You either love me or hate me, and, believe me, there are factions on both sides."
UPDATED: This location is now closed.
20 kinds of tequila behind the bar,
Marg's by the bucket, stick a straw in and suck it,
No bartender will tell what the ingredients are.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,
Searching for South Florida's finest saloon,
Some people claim all margaritas taste the same,
But we found the best at Tequila Cancun.
Don't need no reason; we'll drink here all season,
With nothing to show but these salt-covered lips,
All of us foodies love Cancun's Tex-Mex booty,
Drink up; have some chips and a dozen more sips.
Two-for-one margaritas, with signature fajitas.
Soccer matches play on the satellite TV,
Alberto the owner always comes over,
says, "If you're not happy, the drinks are on me."