It's kind of sad to admit, but prior to last week I had never been to RED The Steakhouse. Not only is it a sad admission, it's a regretful one. Now that I've been to this restaurant, I've been kicking myself for not having been sooner. The restaurant is located in the SoFi (South of Fifth st) neighborhood in Miami Beach. It's slightly removed from the aneurism-inducing traffic located throughout the rest of South Beach, so parking and traffic isn't a complete nightmare. What prompted me to go to the restaurant was seeing an article in the New Times stating that they were recreating a version of the newly famous Cronut, the Kronut Kruller. Clearly, I had to go..."investigate."

I had heard through a friend of a friend of an ex of a friend that there's a secret supper club in town. No I'm not talking about Cobaya, the one I'm referring to is a much more intimate affair. Our host, Shelley, has been opening up her home once (sometimes twice) a month since April of last year. Every dinner, Shelley invites 8-12 complete strangers to her Shelley Belly Underground Supper Club. The address and menu are a secret, the only things you need to do are save the date and BYOB.  In addition to this supper club taking place in someone's home, what peaked my interest most of all was that Shelley (who's also the cook) is considerate of other people's food allergies. Which is the main reason I don't attend other underground dining events; I mean, who want's to be the Debbie Downer bursting into anaphylactic shock in the middle of dinner because they bit into some shrimp? Certainly not I.
 

I like french pastries and I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny, that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty crepe and round thing called a Beignet, you get SPRUNG. Wanna pull out your camera 'cause you noticed that eclair was stuffed. Deep in the apron she's wearing, I'm hooked and I can't stop staring. Oh baby I wanna get with ya and take a food picture...