Thanks to Miami, I've never met a heel too high, a teal too bright, or a traffic scenario too terrifying. Growing up in Miami also taught me to have very strong opinions about the quality of tropical fruits, about beaches and the acceptable temperature of ocean water (slightly below warm bath, please), and the number of accessories deemed appropriate to wear pretty much anywhere (answer: There is no limit). For one thing, Miami made me a writer, a fan of em dashes-that most Miami of punctuation marks in its attempt to cram a sentence inside another sentence, like the strip of guava peeping out from the city's famed pastelitos-and a lover of percussive prose.
I've always thought myself extremely lucky to have been born and raised in Miami, and also lucky to have left: It is in the leaving that I learned to see my hometown's influences on me and on the ways I experience the rest of the world.
The extravagant (even by local standards) Sexy Fish restaurant and bar Oliver Pilcher A Miami welcome
