So when it's all done I want it said that I had a blast and I am proud of it, and I came out head held high and proud of myself.
It turned out wonderful. Their eggs benedict was just marvelous. Superb, even with cream cheese sauce that I normally hate, at midnight, I ate it all up. What a wicked way to serve it and interesting concept, let's serve breakfast 24 hours because literally the city never sleeps. I just wish I had had it sooner, all those days I had skipped out on breakfast and jumped straight to lunch. But no worries. I had a blast! It's the only reason to want to go back to that city, just to try that dish.
Needless to say Miami was rough. The hotel was rough. The public transportation was rough and expensive just to go a distance of 2 miles, and worst of all dirty. Every single restaurant had gratuity percentage added to the total check. Service good or bad, there's that gratuity factored in. Some of them give you a chance to change it, but some especially those with dicey service, don't have that option. It made things a little expensive after New York had taken all my cash.
But it was a spectacle to behold. Every block, every corner, there was a spectacle, a rich foreign kid, or a half baked trophy wife, or a bunch of girls out for trouble, or guys just wanting to get laid and they hit on everything that moves.
Spectacle.
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