Dinner at
Prime One Twelve was a scene. Our reservations were for 9 and when we arrived they checked off our names and asked if we wanted to wait for a table inside or go outside. This place is so busy diners usually expect to wait an hour beyond their reservation time. We opted to sit outside and were seated immediately.This is definitely a hot spot for locals as many people arrived in cars -- and by cars I mean Bentleys and such. The portion sizes are absolutely enormous and we were tempted to order the1 lbs meatball appetizer although we barely ate our dinners as we were so bloated from pool time. As our dinner time was shorter than usual we got back to the hotel a bit early and the lobby scene was still building. Neither of us were on our A-game tonight so we shut it down pretty early hoping to feel renewed on Saturday.
Saturday morning we skipped our daily run to see how that would help us cope with the tremendous loss of sweat. The downside to this plan was that we ate breakfast a few hours earlier and subsequently arrived at the pool hours earlier. This helped us secure a chair but did little for the UV exposure. Now that we're locals here we chatted up our American friends who seem to all hail from the Northeast, either New York or New Jersey. As the day went on the pool became a bit crazier and a DJ took over from the drone of the constant pulsating beats -- which are also played underwater. Put a bit of sun and some drinks together and things got funky. John, a random guy who looks like William Hung, parked himself next to the 6 girls from Chicago and ordered them 2 bottles of champagne ($400) before even saying
hi. Anyway it wasn't long before John got the hint and was gone but his champagne remained. Dan from New York really tried to be-friend John to reap the benefits of John's charity but to no avail. John then joined another group (Dan's) and at some point did mention to a elementary school principal that if
she slept with him their kids could go to her school, at which point she decided to inform the entire pool of John's comments by yelling them out. Classic. John seemed to like us as he was now hammered and told us about his girl problems and how he's the
shiznat because he's good at tennis, piano and a doctor. You couldn't write a better story than this guy's. Anyway we be-friended a guy named Rizzario who by week's end seemed like he owned the place. Every server, manager, hotel employee would come say hi when they walked by. We had seen him all week as he'd wade in the pool chatting up anyone then retreat to his poolside bungalow (these things are awesome) then back to his lounger. Anyway, good times were had with Russ as we went back and forth on ordering bottles of wine until the staff told us to get out the pool; it was closed. Since we were feeling the love we decided to just grab some 'za down on Lincoln Rd, which we had first dismissed as a hole but realized we didn't walk far enough to reach the action. On a Saturday night it was bustling with people everywhere occupying patio cafes and every public space. We headed back to the hotel around 1130 and the lobby was relatively busy but the pool party (not actually in the pool) seemed busiest. We headed down to the Florida Room which also seemed pretty busy for this time of year. As we headed up the elevator Russ shot us a text to go by for some drinks so we entertained this and did the lap of pool, lobby and Florida Room one last time before calling it quits. Tomorrow we pack up and head North to Fort Lauderdale to be near the airport. Although it's a short trip from Miami it's time to move on and have a change of scenery. Good times had at the
Delano - some photos.
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| Running While on the Road |
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| Delano Pool, very shallow end. |
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| Lobby |
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| Funky Chair |
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| Grounds |
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