Justin Bieber was seen checking in Tuesday The Villa Casa Casuarina (formerly the Versace Mansion) before heading to WALL where he gave a surprise performance. Bieber left that club with fifty--yep, 50 people-- and brought them back with him, partying until 8 a.m. Wednesday. The Biebs lounged it off all day at the pool before heading to sceney steakhouse Prime 112 for lunch around 3:30 p.m. A waiter said Bieber "seemed to be intoxicated, most likely from the night before." Ya think? Following lunch he went back to Casa Casuarina to nap before hitting LIV Nightclub, where he showed up just after midnight and spent the majority of the evening singing along to his songs and dancing to them from the DJ booth.
February 26, 2006
On Saturday night, a staggeringly amazing (enter hyperbole here) amassment of the biggest culinary talent out there: Decoding Ferran Adria: The Tribute Dinner at the Loews Miami Beach Hotel.
Foodies who paid $600 a plate for the sold out event were convulsing with joy at the thought of Thomas Keller (French Laundry), Jean Georges Vongerichten and Nobu Matsuhisa cooking just for them. The seven course feast also included starters by local luminaries Emeril Lagasse and Norman Van Aken.
The theme: uniquely combined flavors that Adria, Spain's master of innovation cuisine, could appreciate.
"This is heaven,'' said Frenchman Marc Ehrler, executive chef at the Loews who organized the army of servers. "A once in a lifetime event."
The first course, Organized Caesar Salad, was dictated - that's the word, folks - by
Adria's close friend and translator for the evening, Jose Andres, a popular Spanish TV host who is known as much for his manic energy as for his novel approach to food.
"That doesn't look like Caesar salad,'' I stupidly remark about the plate dotted with three little
tubes, one with a yolk atop, lying beside an orange dollop, later discovered to be sea urchin. "Have you ever seen Barney [the purple, kid-friendly dinosaur]?'' Andres asks, flitting between servers who are plating, assembly-line style, on city-block-long tables. "Use your imagination!''
Oh, it was going to be that kind of night.
At this celestial level, things are not as they appear especially for the uninitiated (I once had tekka maki at Nobu New York and used the phone at Lespinasse in the early '90s).
I dunk the lettuce-filled cylinder into the sea urchin. For roughly six seconds, I'm rendered unable to speak.
"Wow,'' I finally manage. But Andres is off down the server queue, cracking his knuckles and bellowing, "More parmesan! More parmesan!''
February 25, 2006
Saturday, on the beach....weather is holding.
"The skies are beginning to get threatening again,'' said Lisa Palley, PR coordinator for the wine and food festival. Luckily, the centerpiece of the festival -- the all star tribute to Ferran Adria of the famed El Bulli restaurant in Spain -- is being held inside at the Loews hotel later on. More on that later...
As for Bobby Flay's father, it was a false alarm. No heart attack. "Just too much excitement" that caused him to collapse, Palley said.
February 24, 2006
Bobby Flay and his BBQ buddies didn't disappoint at The Delano's Moet & Chandon Bubble Q, one of the most anticipated events at the SoBe Wine & Food Fest. But the weather did. We're talking a serious, major, yowza downpour, which began at approximately 8 p.m., an hour after the $300-a- head, sold-out beachfront fete began.
Before we get into precipitation, let's talk turkey first. Much more entertaining.
In a scene out of a movie set, merrymakers -- some barefoot because stilettos can only take so much sand -- were happily munching away on miniature feasts cooked up by some of the best in the biz, who were set up in tents alongside each other in a kind of huge square. A stage was set up in the middle, with a slinky singer, blonde surfer girl drummer and dancing Bubble Q models, dressed up as yes, bubbles, with wedding veils bunched up on their heads (and no their costumes didn't look water resistant).
Back to the face stuffing. Standouts: Douglas Rodriguez's (OLA) fiery salmon fillets; Cindy Hutson's (Ortanique on the Mile) incredibly tender pork loin; Stephane Becht's (Blue Door, Delano) nod to Dick Cheney's weekend hobby, quail (we can understand now why he'd want to take these poor little birdies down; they taste pretty good); Flay's delectably peppery chicken strips; and my personal favorite, Chris Lilly's (Big Bob Gibson BBQ) killer pulled pork with slaw and their award winning hickory smoke sauce. Lilly stepped away from the fire for a few to give lip licking fans a presentation. He plopped down a plate of pork shoulder (the size of a bed pillow), slipped out the bones and then mashed down the meat with his hands, "pulling" the pork into little strips. Masterpiece. If you're ever in Decatur, Ala., you may want to stop by and get a sampling yourself. At least the sauce is readily available on their website at www.bigbobgibsonbbq.com.
I was gearing up to head to the National Hotel next door for Belvedere Vodka's party called The Beautiful Life because last year it was such a gas (get 700 people ready for anything at a fabulous South Beach pool, you can expect nothing but); however, the droplets began to strike.
It remains to be seen if this party was a go. Judging by the howling winds outside and general lack of visibility as I peer out the window, I'm thinking no.
I'm headed for a hot toddy. Wet stilettos are not fun.
The South Beach Wine and Food Festival had its soft opening last night.
Actually "soft" wouldn't be the right word at Veuve Clicquot's Bubble Bath at South Beach's Hotel Victor, where guests lounged on chairs that used to be bathtubs (yeeouch). The slinky models seemed to be having a better time of it, sudsing it up in champagne-filled tubs and synchronizing their swimming in the fantabulous heated pool. Machines pumped out bubbles, which wafted out onto Ocean Drive.
"Usually people are so nonchalant on the beach, but not last night. Everyone was staring up at the bubbles,'' said Terri Lynn, spokeswoman for Touch Catering, which put together the event. "And everywhere you looked there was champagne."
Partyers weren't there for the solids, apparently. That kind of culinary action will happen tonight at The Delano Hotel's ever popular Moet & Chandon's Bubble Q, featuring BBQ king Bobby Flay and Fontainebleau Resort's Wine Spectator's Best Of The Best, where top toques will present their fave nibbles.
-- MADELEINE MARR
It doesn't matter who you are in this town. If you don't have a reservation at Prime 112, the only meat you're gonna get is from the free bacon strips at the bar. Such was the case with Fat Joe last night. According to our spy, the rapper was livid when he realized he wasn't getting a table. "He's not tall, he's not fat, he was pretty unhappy at Prime and got into a black Phantom. He's pudgy," says our witness. "He had like 20 guys with him. I can't confirm he never got a table, but Prime was SRO last night. The wait was 2 hours. He left the hostess podium pretty dejected."
February 23, 2006
Virgin mogul Sir Richard Branson was spotted at Ocean Drive meat market, The Palace, last night with a group of girls. We knew he was smart. Where else would one go on South Beach to find the ladies than to a gay bar?
Guess who came to dinner last night at The Forge? Why, none other than John Travolta and wife Kelly Preston. We're waiting to find out if JT was wearing his weave or not and whether or not the Forge valet parked the Gulfstream Jet JT parks out front of his Ocala home.
February 21, 2006
in what can only be described as reverse goss-mosis, blogger Perez Hilton has sited our story about Desperate Housewives star Jesse Metcalfe in his ongoing crusade to prove that if Metcalfe requested the song Jesse's Girl, that girl would, indeed, be a boy.
February 14, 2006
First Barton G. gets Olivia Newton John into his wildly successful West Ave. restaurant. Then he does Scott Stapp's wedding before the ex Creed singer got busted on his honeymoon for inebriation. Last night, the G-force hosted one of Hollywood's finest--Tommy Lee Jones--for dinner. And how can we forget the TomKat visit? Who's next, Brad, Angie, Maddox and Zahara? We can only hope!