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Miami River, an afternoon

The Miami River

Draining, barely draining, from within South Florida’s Everglades, the Miami River forms near Miami Airport.  The river trickles east six miles through downtown Miami.  Flowing into Biscayne Bay, the Miami is a natural river, once home-ground to Tequesta Indians.

Shellfish were the Tequesta’s food of choice on date night.  Not clams, oysters or conch – of which there was plenty along the Miami River, rather turtle and snail.

In the 1890’s Florida was invaded by the railroad.  The Miami was dredged, bridged, commercialized and, by the 1950’s, polluted – all the way to its mouth; Biscayne Bay. The Tequesta were history.

Why this place appeals to me

Escape from downtown Miami’s touristy Bayside Market is an easy walk South through Bayfront Park.  Pick up the Miami Riverwalk.  Keep heading South, Miami Riverwalk curves west along the bank of the Miami River.  At the mouth of the Miami commercial ocean-going vessels destined for Caribbean Islands are being towed into Biscayne Bay, then released and trusted to self-navigate

The Miami River serves as the North border to Miami’s “Financial District,” Brickell Avenue.  South Florida wannabee financiers dubbed Brickell Avenue “Wall Street South.”  It’s not.  It is “South America Wealth North.” Spanish is the preferred tongue along Brickell Ave.  Spanish is often the sole language spoken by cabbies and UBER pilots.

Upriver the Miami brushes the North boundary of Little Havana.  From Brickell Ave it’s a 10-minute car trip to the music of Calle Ocho.

How Far Down the Block, or River?  

It’s Saturday 1 pm.  Time-out – Il Gabbiano (the Seagull) at the mouth of the Miami River is a worthy option.  But we’re going local, Down The Block. Or rather, Up The River.

Lunch is an old-school Miami mainstay, Garcia’s Seafood. A 1.5-mile stroll up the Miami River from Biscayne Bay.  After lunch, next door to Garcia’s a relative newcomer to the Miami’s dining scene awaits; Kiki on the River.

Why you might be nearby?

Garcia’s Seafood

A.  Absorbing the all-day music thumping from within Ball & Chain in Little Havana.

B.  Confirming payment on an undisclosed South American business transaction at Banco do Brasil Americas, 1221 Brickell Ave. office.

C.  Gaging behavior at Miami’s new hot spot along the river, Riverside, 120,000-square-feet of hedonism.

D. Brickell City Centre; landlord to SAKS, TED Baker, Coach and their retail cousins has occupied your morning. The North/South sidewalk along S. Miami Avenue, leads you 500 feet north towards the Miami River.

Lesser Known Facts   

The Miami is a River of Exports; 75 percent of the cargo floating downriver is tagged for foreign shores.

The goods are being transported to the Caribbean; the Dominican Republic, Haiti, the Bahamas. Only shallow draft commercial vessels can navigate the Miami River. Shallow draft is required to slip-in, dock and tie-up in many Caribbean harbors.

Local Recommendation    

Garcia’s Seafood smells a bit fishy.  Comforting since the patio seats are right on the river.

On the deck at Garcia’s Seafood

The seafood market, as you step through the front door, stuns with a selection of shiny claws and colorful creatures with fins.

Former guests and the Garcia Family are celebrated with pictures nearly every wall.

The downstairs/outdoor seating area, just behind the fish market, features wooden picnic tables, properly aged. Upstairs is only slightly more refined.

“My father, when he got here from Cuba, he didn’t know anything other than fishing,” explains the current Garcia overseer.  GOOD START.  The Garcia’s contract their own fleet of fishing boats.  Thus, FRESH is the seafood in both the market and the restaurant.

Garcia’s Seafood on the Miami River

Settle your tab at Garcia’s Seafood.  Out the front door, 200 feet north on the bank of the Miami River lies Kiki on the River.

Kiki On The River

Kiki parties all-day on Sunday – a tribute to the Sunday Soiree at Miami Beach’s Raleigh Hotel back in the day. Kiki’s isn’t priced as a “local hangout” – their signature cocktails cost $17.

Kiki on the River, dining area

Kiki’s allows a lenient outdoor smoking policy, perhaps defined as “South American.”  At the riverside bar, a slick-dressed, russet-skin fellow has a lady on each arm.  All three smoking cigars.

Eight elegant Spanish nymphs, each wearing white, chatter in Spanish around a square table.  Their apparel du jour, head-turning suggestions from the pages of Vogue.  Each top designed with a cleavage-relief plunge.  I wanted to wait their table.  

Next to me, at Kiki’s bar, the woman said, “You’re staring at that table.”
“I’m not staring,” I replied, keeping my focus on the group of eight, “I’m ogling. Ogling is a higher form of observation.”

The woman winks at a 50-ish man seated around the L corner of Kiki’s bar. He dressed French Resistance-style, sporting a European two-day growth. The man speaks sottovoce into his cell phone

Something for Nothing  

   

1.  A Spanish language lesson Spanish with your UBER pilot.

2.  Miami’s free transportation: 1) Metromover, 2) City of Miami Trolley

3.  The pedestrian walking path that circumnavigates Brickell Key. South on Brickell Avenue from the Miami River, turn left (East) onto Brickell Key Drive.  On the east side of the 200-foot causeway bridge over Biscayne Bay, step down to the shoreside footpath.  If a walking loop of Brickell Key (or several) induce thirst, repair to the outdoor deck of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, or the patio at Brasserie Brickell Key.

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Florence, Italy: La Fiaschetteria; a local wine sipping place

Florence, Italy
La Fiaschetteria: a local wine sipping place
Via de Serragli 47r, across the Arno River, the Oltrarno

After dark in April 2013, in the Oltrarno section of Florence, Italy, four blocks south of the Arno River, I’m saying goodbye at La Fiaschetteria.

(Translated from Italian)
“Arrivaderci Luca, see you next year. Each April, for five years, I drink your wine here at Fiaschetteria. We speak in Italian only. You say no English is spoken at La Fiaschetteria. Study while I’m gone. Next April we’ll speak English. Ciao Luca.” The next day I would travel home to Michigan.

One year later, April 2014, at the front entrance of La Fiaschetteria in the Oltrarno of Florence.

(Translated from Italian)
“Ciao Luca, it’s me, Tom. It’s been a year, I return to speak English with you my old friend.”
In English, I continue, “Have you been studying English the past year?”
Luca says in Italian, “No Tom, non ho studiato Inglese. Parliamo quest’anno in Italiano.”

The Oltrarno of Florence for centuries has been home to the artesians of Tuscany; cobblers, frame-makers, artists, jewelry-makers, lace-makers and musicians.

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La Fiaschetteria is well stocked

Craftsmen and bohemians are served by several trattorias, bars, and just one fiaschetteria. Local residents arrive at La Fiaschetteria each evening to chat and fill their empty wine bottles.

Why this place appeals to me
“At La Fiaschetteria we only speak Italian,” Luca has been telling me for six years. His small fiaschetteria holds only 8-10 people inside. Luca’s patrons flow out the door and into Via de Serragli. There are no other Americans to be found amongst the 7 pm crowd. Luca’s customers, locals who live in the Oltrarno, across the Arno River, hear Luca proclaim that again this year we will be speaking in Italian, seize the opportunity to improve their English. Assisted by wine, we begin to communicate.

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Looking in from Via de’ Serragli

A woman enters La Fiaschetteria with an empty wine bottle, hands it to Luca and says, “Rosso di Montalcino; riempirlo e un bicchiere.” Luca pours her a glass of wine from the spigot, exchanges the glass for her bottle, places her empty bottle under the tap and fills it with red wine. Her bottle is quickly corked with a barely noticeable press hidden behind the counter. Luca returns her bottle, full of Tuscan red wine and says, “Tre euro.” Translation four dollars.

How Far Down the Block?
Cross the Arno River on the Ponte alla Carraia (the Carraia bridge) heading south, leaving the Duomo and Piazza Repubblica behind. Walk directly ahead (south) 400 meters. One block from the bridge the street becomes Via de Serragli. [mappress mapid=”11″]

Why you might be nearby?
a) You’re in line at the Pitti Palace facing a one-hour wait outside the main gate. It’s getting late in the afternoon. La Fiaschetteria is four blocks away, b) Your wife, tired from shopping, is napping. You’re not tired.

Lesser Known Facts
La Fiaschetteria came to life in 1947 from the ashes of World War II. Luca’s father, with a hand from his grandfather, began serving Florentines. In Florence’s Oltrarno a post war fiaschetteria provided bulk wine for local folks to carry home, a glass at the counter, a place to chatter, smoke and imagine a better world.

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Only Italian spoken

The great Florence flood of 1966 damaged all Florence. Water stood knee-deep in La Fiaschetteria. After Luca’s father died, his mother, Vittoria, ran La Fiaschetteria. In 1985, Luca, then 27 took over. He expanded the Tuscan wine selection stocked by La Fiaschetteria, stabilized the small interior and carried forward the Oltrarno tradition.

Local Recommendation
Luca shuts down the lights around 9:30 – 10 pm. Stop before dinner.

As La Fiaschetteria closes, consider Ristorante Al Tranvai, a small Oltrarno legend, located on Piazza Torquato Tasso just three blocks away.

Something for Nothing
Italian Language lessons; local Italians congregating at La Fiaschetteria from 5-9 pm plunge into conversation with limited English. An American guest can plunge right back with limited Italian. Add wine and everyone is fluent; no charge.

Maybe Next Year
Filli, blond, buxom and smiling stood alongside the counter as Luca poured the evening’s final glass of wine. It was 10 pm, La Fiaschetteria was closing.

(translated from Italian)
Filli said, “Luca and I will marry in May. We honeymoon in London.”
“But, Luca doesn’t speak English!” I said, “How will he manage in London?”
Filli replied, “Luca will learn English, so will I.”
Luca grinned as he wiped down his bar, ”Si, Tom, next year we will speak in English, Ciao, Tom. Ci vediamo”
“Ciao Luca, next year,” I said and waved goodbye to Luca and Filli.

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The crowd at La Fiaschetteria flows into Via de’ Serragli