Dining Out...or on the MacArthur Causeway

My confused Cuban/Puerto Rican husband and I had the pleasure of visiting our dear, no kids, irreverent West Village compadres Memorial Weekend. We ate like kings.

The highlight was a visit to Eleven Madison Park. OMG, hello. Now this was just about the most over-the-top dining experience ever. Where to start? A menu with sixteen items, you pick four and the rest is up to Beard Award-winning chef Daniel Humm to create. Three hours later we rolled out and swore we couldn't eat again until we devoured brunch the next day. Sigh.

While we were eating like kings, back in Miami Rudy Eugene had been having quite a meal himself. Unfortunately it was his last. You see, his fare was probably not up to James Beard award standards. His meal consisted of a nose and eye. Raw. Not like sushi. It was outdoors which can be nice in Miami. Except it was on MacArthur Causeway, named for General Douglas MacArthur. Who luckily is dead or would be annoyed that his claim to fine is now a "fast food" bridge and not wars and such. Rudy was dining on a poor homeless guy, who had already survived a 1976 gunshot wound.

What do these things have to do with each other? Nothing.

I just find life full of strange ironies and as we took off for a weekend of interesting and creative fare, Rudy found a delightful meal of homeless. I hope he had a toothpick.