Okay! It's European Soccer time, and yesterday, by chance, I found myself at Keg South after landing in the Tamiami Airport. Germany was defeating Poland, I was eating chicken wings -- not bad not bad -- and there were TV sets everywhere. However, instead of a passionate crowd of painted South Americans wearing trademark haircuts blown out by stylists named Antoine, Simone, or Bruce, what I saw instead were a bunch of little boys in their pre-goatee stage, girls pining for the steroid-laden millionaire jock of the future, busty Moms with a penchant for tight tops and mascara-matching jewelry, and their husbands sporting their son's clothing, FSU caps, UM tee shirts, and UF Gator shorts, all worn simultaneously before piling into the Hummer for the ride home. Worse, they were watching the Marlins or some other fuel consumption contest with painted cars advertising grease-cutting products circling around noisily.
It all made an elitist long for a place to eat lunch while watching Romania vs France at noon, Netherlands Italy at 2:45. Tomorrow at lunch Greece-Sweden followed by Russia and Spain.
Where can one go?