Day 1.
Deary Diary,
Just landed in Miami for the Super Bowl. Never been here, but I feel like I have because I played Grand Theft Auto: Vice City in high school.
Took a Lyft to South Beach Monday morning to pick up my credential, and the driver was playing Waiting For A Girl Like You by Foreigner. Used to hear that song in Vice City when I would steal a car and the radio was tuned to Emotion 98.3. Just goes to show how much people love ’80s pop tunes in Miami.
Picked up my credential and checked Foursquare for a place to eat. Most people use Yelp, but I don’t like that app. It’s a bunch of one-star and five-star reviews from people who were too excited or too mad about their experience. Yelp shows what people THINK they like or don’t like. Foursquare shows what people REALLY like, because it spies on you and tracks which places get the most return customers.
Foursquare recommended a place called La Sandwicherie, gave it a 9.2 rating of 10. It’s a hole-in-the-wall Italian sandwich joint run by French people. Exactly what you would expect to eat in Miami. Forty people were standing outside eating sandwiches. My sandwich had ham, salami, prosciutto, provolone, lettuce, onions, green peppers, jalapenos, black olives, cucumbers, cornichons and French Vinaigrette. As Ferris Bueller would say, it was so choice.
Walked to the beach. Didn’t expect to see such cute, little waves. They were six
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