#Latino chic magic

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Can I get that Damian Priest with a Magic Mike gimmick headcanon please? 😘

Oh yes 😏 My loves, thank you so much for making my dream come true 😂😘

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It’s no news to you that Damian is an incredible dancer

I mean, you’ve met in a Latino bar

In the “Salsa, Bachata and Merengue” night

And the first thing he did was ask you to dance as soon as El Aguacero by El Gran Combo began to play

So the fact that, that man can move his hips is no secret to anyone

But what you didn’t know

Was that inside that Latino dancer

There was also a male stripper

It was your three years anniversary

You got home after a long day of work

Thankful that it was Friday

But sad because you knew that Damian wouldn’t be home until next Thursday

You took a deep sigh as you placed your purse on top of the coffee table and sat down on the couch

Soon after, the first beats of Closer by Nine Inch Nails began to play

Damian stepped out of your bedroom

Dressed in a pair of black leather pants, black mesh shirt, wet hair down and eyeliner

“What’s going on?” You nervously chuckled

Damian remained silent as he walked towards you

He slowly took his shirt off as he moved his hips

Placed your hands on his chest and let it slide down his abs until your hands stopped at his crotch

His soft tanned skin was so warm

And fuck, he looked so good

Damian grabbed you by your hair

And pulled your face towards his clothed erection

You’ve never been more aroused in your life

That attitude, his moves, basically all of him was making you melt

“We can take this to one of the private rooms if you’d like, mami” He whispered to you. Making the whole sexual fantasy of sleeping with a stripper even more “real”

“How much?” You traced the outline of his cock with your tongue. Moaning at the taste of the leather

“For you?” He pulled your head away from his bulge. Keeping eye contact and a vicious grip on your hair, he continued “One hundred bucks...Just because you’re hot as fuck. And cash only” And grinned

You took two fifty dollars bill from your wallet and slipped inside the waistband of his pants. One above each of his v-lines

Damian then quickly pushed you down on your knees and began to walk backwards to the bedroom

“C’mon, pet. Follow me” He said and you began to crawl to him

“I’ll give you the best night of your life, baby” He winked before getting inside the bedroom

And oh boy, you were ready

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Miami, January

Billed as The Urban Resort for the 21st Century, the Miami Beach Edition Hotel on Collins Avenue is cocky in an understated way. Chic without effort. Well-modulated cool, but not weird cool. It’s 20-somethings watching the original 1980s breakout TV series Miami Vice kind of cool, reinvented, trying not to be impressed, thinking they invented this vibe, designed this aesthetic.

At check-in you’re accosted by young, stylish, chummy desk clerks who press a ruby colored cocktail into your hand before you can even pull out your credit card to reserve your reservation. One sip and your I woke up at 5:30 a.m. in the freezing cold to catch my 8 a.m. flight from LaGuardia mentality fades into your winter memory. The soft white lobby decor works effortlessly to help lower your shoulder blades as you take a second sip of your cocktail. 

By this time one of the chatty desk clerks has come around from behind the lacquer check-in desk and has gently taken your elbow and is steering you toward the back of the hotel, where a series of French doors open up to a secluded path leading down to a lushly landscaped private pool area. You squint and see, beyond a six foot fence, the glimmer of the Atlantic ocean. You blink hard at the harsh sunlight, fumble to locate your sunglasses and try to act cool in your wrinkled khakis and pale skin.

It’s January--high season in Magic City--and it appears that only hipsters are staying at this particular hotel. Hipsters and thin, young well dressed parents with their attractive, urbane, jaded children, whose names all seem to be Wyatt, Jordan, Asher and Perri. Filling out these groupings is a stray nanny or two. This is legit: two nannies for one family, as I observed at breakfast one morning. And at the pool? Unprecedented displays of parental privilege, youthful indulgence and excessive pampering. The swanky young Latino pool boys would not allow an ass cheek to skim the surface of any lounge chair until they performed their decadent towel-laying ritual, which finished with the delicate placement of a sweating glass pitcher of sparkling water with lime and lemon slices on a side table next to each lounge.

Beyond the aforementioned fence, ageless walkers, roller-bladers and the occasional biker strolled and swirled on a winding path that separated the hotel from the beach. The sherbet colors of sand, sky, clouds and water shimmered in the midday sun, beckoning. It was quite windy that day and the swish of the palm fronds bending back and forth sounded both menacing and mysterious, like something was going to happen. I waited.

After settling in we wandered up the street to the ultra-swanky Faena Hotel, where the vibe was over-the-top curated weirdness; one guy’s acid-trip-influenced, high-culture-meets-pop-culture moment.

Alan Faena, only a few years younger than I, is having his Miami moment. An Argentine hotelier and real estate developer both in Miami and Buenos Aires, his successful Faena Group encompasses architecture, design, fashion and food, and he’s not afraid to charge patrons handsomely to join in his fantasy. Rooms here at his hotel with the trippy ersatz Roman decor start at almost $900/night off season.

Across the street is the Faena Bazaar, a precisely curated boutique of expensive clothing, jewelry, candles and seemingly useless baubles. The confusing maze of boutique rooms defy retail logic but instead appeal to spontaneous purchases. The salespersons, all female, affect studied boredom, their long-lashed eyes at half mast, plump glossed lips purring responses to your timid questions about prices and sizes. Everyone here seems to be in on the secret of how to do authentic Miami. Everything goes, until it doesn’t.

Dinner that first evening was on a side street at the tip of South Beach, at Estatorio Milos, a high-end postmodern Greek taverna-meets-fish market-meets-Per Se. Our table was precisely situated to capture the optimal view of the colorful activity outside of the long floor-to-ceiling windows. In between miniscule plates of tzaziki and dolmathes but before we were led to the artfully displayed ice mountain of whole fish, crustaceans and mollusks to select our exorbitantly-priced entrees, we were treated to a show of late-model Ferraris, gleaming Bentleys and other exotic sports cars as they rolled up to the curb. There, motors purring sexily, they glamorously belched out a succession of provocatively-clad, high heeled young women wearing expressions of feigned nonchalance, clutching ubiquitous designer handbags and trailed by smug-looking older men in tight linen trousers and loafers without socks.

Five attractive black-clad attendants poised near the curb, scampering between restaurant and car doors, as they fussed over arriving guests and ushered them into the restaurant with understated bravado, arranging them just inside the doorway so that these gleaming arrivals would be stared at before walking to (and while walking to) their tables.

I tried valiantly not to stare at this egocentric parade as I slowly chewed grilled octopus and sipped my mojito, but I was unsuccessful. My head seemed to swivel so frequently between my plate and the doorway that I almost suffered a bout of vertigo not caused by the mojito and my after-dinner ouzo. 

I took a deep breath and tried not to think of my little black dress, which seemed charmingly conservative compared to what the other women were wearing.

The South Beach scene was still vibrant, narcissistic and aspirational.

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Best Gold Coast restaurants by precinct

If you can’t find a rockin’ place to eat on the Gold Coast, than you’re doing something wrong. In fact, there just aren’t enough mealtimes in the day to get through this mammoth list of Gold Coast restaurants and cafes that are truly local faves.

We’ve broken it down by precinct, starting north and heading our way down the coast, so no matter where you’re staying, the best eats and Insta-opportunities are just moments away!

Southport

The go-to for authentic Asian eats on the Gold Coast, you can expect to rub shoulders with office workers by day and dim sum lovers by night in Southport (or SoPo as the kids at Randy Wallhole like to call it).

Randy Wallhole is basically all your childhood breakfast dreams realised. Start your morning with their iced latte Coco Pops – yep, literally Coco Pops served over an iced latte (Tobys Estate none the less) – or go old school with a Mum’s Special Jaffle (aka Heinz spaghetti and cheese).

If you’re feeling a little more grown up and sophisticated, they do bagels too.

Then, make a beeline for Blendlove. While they serve a full plant-based food menu here (try the Magic Mushrooms with basil vegan mince and cashew aioli for brekkie, and gluten-free BBQ Ranch Burger with housemade bean and kale patty later on), we’ll admit, it’s ALL about the raw desserts and bowls.

Top your choc berry ripe smoothie bowl with flaked coconut and caramel buckinis, and take away a slab of Cheezecake made from the flavours of the day.

If you’re after cheap, quality Japanese BBQ, head for JFX where you can grill your own or fuel up with a tasty bento or ramen. For authentic north Chinese Uighur cuisine, grab a table and BYO at Xin Jiang, or join the queue for yum cha at Top One at Australia Fair Shopping Centre.

Also check out… Chinatown Street Markets are on the first Saturday of every month from 5pm to 9pm.

Main Beach

A bundle of fish and chips or a Chiko Roll are just as at home in Main Beach as the swanky prix fixe lunches found along Tedder Ave. One thing’s for sure, Main Beach packs a lot of culinary punch into its patch.

Head to Marina Mirage for the pick of the bunch, like Glass Dining, which fits like Cinderella’s slipper every time you visit. Start with a mixed dozen of the freshest oysters and wash them down with one of Glass’s signature cocktails as the sun sets over the marina. (Psst. You might have seen it in our list of 11 Gold Coast restaurants with epic water views.)

Just down the road you can treat yourself to a swanky high tea (gluten-free options available) in the Le Jardin Lobby Bar at Palazzo Versace. For Italian, book into Ristorante Fellini, or there’s good ol’ fashioned fish and chips at the Omeros Brothers. 

Also check out… Pick up just-shucked oysters and fish and chips at Peter’s Fish Market – one of the best spots for fish and chips on the coast.

Surfers Paradise

For first-timers to the Gold Coast, Surfers Paradise usually becomes the epicentre of your stay.

On the eating front, options span the entire spectrum – from Shake Shak-style burgers and frozen concretes at cult burger joint, Betty’s Burgers, to unbeatable water views (and insanely good oysters) at Seascape.

Hotels are the hotbed of restaurant stars in this precinct, with Bazaar at QT Gold Coast offering a gourmet buffet like you’ve never experienced before. If it’s a Friday night, make a bee-line for Rumba Caliente at Stingray Bar, where you’ll be transported to Latin America with empanadas, Cuban espresso martinis, and Latino jams.

Get your teppanyaki on at Misono at the Surfers Paradise Marriott Resort & Spa – which claims to be the largest teppanyaki restaurant in the country – or experience Asian fusion delights at Catch Restaurant in the Hilton Surfers Paradise.

After you’ve eaten your way around the hotels, head to the 4217 complex for an excellent brew at Paradox Coffee Roasters, wings and burgers from Brooklyn Depot, or a gooey woodfired pizza from Salt Meats Cheese.

Also check out… Cute cafe Bumbles (okay, technically it’s Budds Beach but at just a two-minute amble from the bungee bullet).

Broadbeach

Just six kilometres south of Surfers Paradise, Broadbeach is a food lover’s mecca, with everything from Bavarian to Middle Eastern, through to high-class Japanese and vegetarian on the menu.

If you’re into sharing, pull up a seat kitchen-side at Social Eating House + Bar for a theatrical dining experience, or keep the carbs coming with authentic pasta and pizza at Rivea Italian 

We’re not surprised Kiyomi scored a coveted chef’s hat in the 2019 Nation Good Food Guide. Tucked neatly away inside The Star Grand, this modern Japanese restaurant hits all the right notes. (Read our full review in this post.)

If Asian fusion is more your bag, check out Mamasan Kitchen + Bar (hello, spanner crab ravioli dumplings!) and Hideaway Kitchen and Bar.

From yellowtail sashimi and Thai-style ceviche, through to dumplings and wontons, every variety of Asian street food garners a mention here. Wash it down with imported Asian brewskies or a local Balter can.

Looking for breakfast? If there was an award for the prettiest cafe on the coast, we’d give it to Elk Espresso. Always buzzing and always adorable, this Broadie cafe starts the day with the likes of blueberry pannacotta, and basil and chilli scrambled eggs with goats cheese, and warms up to hearty salads and burgers at lunchtime.

Also check out… Epic vegetarian eats at The Cardamom Pod (also in Southport).

Mermaid Beach

Once only seen as a strip of the Gold Coast Highway where Sizzler and Hooters laid their claim, Mermaid Beach is now a hot foodie haunt with everything from meatballs to perfectly flaky croissants.

If you like your margaritas spicy and your empanadas stuffed with pumpkin and salted caramel, slip into Bonita Bonita for blow-your-mind Mexican. While you’re waiting for a table, road-test their cocktail list in sister bar, Bon Bon, right next door.

Consistently rating its pants off on the Gold Coast dining scene since the doors opened in 2010, Little Truffle is on an unassuming corner but once you step inside, it’s so Frenchy; so chic. We love the Monday to Thursday three-course deal for $60.

Looking for something more casual? After lighting up the backstreets of Miami with Paddock Bakery, the owners decided to open Bam Bam Bakehouse in homage to artisan croissants through to a full bistro menu. Order the croissant French toast. Don’t ask questions.

When we said Elk would win the award for cutest cafe on the coast, we had forgotten all about everyone’s favourite Disney movie (and also Gold Coast cafe), Little Mermaid.

Just like Ariel’s high notes, Little Mermaid’s menu is filled with sweetness, from the Nutella & Grilled Strawberry Toastie with flaked sea salt at breakfast time, to jugs of rose-infused sangria and Stone & Wood beer-battered fish and chips come nightfall.

Also check out… Etsu Izakaya for sublime Japanese.

Nobby Beach

Ten years ago, Nobby Beach wouldn’t have been a blip on the food radar, but this beachside strip now has some of the coast’s most-wanted menus and linger-all-afternoon vibes.

Hellenika could be credited with starting the movement, the Greek baby of restaurateur Simon Gloftis, that will want you leaving more with every mouthful.

From zucchini chips to wood-fired octopus and melty lamb ribs, you can’t go wrong here. But if we were the betting type, we’d put our money on the $88 signature banquet, which takes the decision-making out of the equation so you can just indulge in the seemingly endless stream of dips, saganaki, calamari, salty pork belly, fish, salad, baked lamb and greek sweets.

If you’ve got a hankering for Cocowhip, superfood salad or big ‘ol bowl of sweet potato fries, wander down to the beachfront to BSKT. You can downward dog before or after you eat with their yoga studio just upstairs.

For a slice of Italiano in Nobby Beach, intimate pizza and wine bar Gemellini (sister restaurant of Gemelli in Broadbeach) is ready and waiting to serve you with piping hot, cheesy arancini, traditional pizzas and nonna’s secret bolognese recipe.

Also check out… The Yard for shakshuka eggs by morning and cocktails and cuca tins by afternoon.

Miami

A blink-and-you’ll-miss it suburb snuggled in between Nobby Beach and Burleigh Heads, the Gold Coast’s Miami is less ’80s TV cop dramas and South Beach pastels, more hipster grunge and vegan delights.

Housed in a cute cottage, Paddock Bakery brought queue-inducing dippy eggs and salted caramel cruffins to the backstreets of Miami in 2014, and locals have been addicted ever since. We don’t know what we love more – the purple eggs (poached eggs served over house woodfired toast, slathered in beetroot and za’atar puree and topped with fetta) or the eggy custard tarts… or the, well, everything!

Head to Greenhouse Canteen when you want to treat your body like a temple and your Instagram feed like a boss. Working under the tagline, “Cruelty-free and killing it”, you can expect brain-tricking dishes like smoked jackfruit enchiladas with turmeric rice, cucumber guacamole, sour cream and pickled cabbage, and an epic plant-based grazing board.

If cheap and cheerful Chinese is more your cup of (Jasmine) tea, Miami Rice will keep your belly happy and Kung Po your taste buds with Malaysian and Thai dishes sidling up alongside your chow mein and Cantonese crispy roast duck.

Also check out… Miami Marketta for a smorgasbord of food truck eats and live music every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night under the fairy lights.

Burleigh Heads

The list of epic eats in Burleigh Heads is as long as the sets of perfectly peeling waves curling around the headland, best watched from a picnic rug on the hill. From beachfront fine dining to rooftop bars and backstreet secrets, you’ll feel completely satiated here.

The fresh catches flown in twice-daily, the crisp, white tablecloths and the smooth-talking sommelier are just a few of the reasons why we’re sure the judges awarded The Fish House a chefs hat (again)  in the 2019 Australian Good Food Guide. The views and the tasting menu are what takes it over the line from fine to freakin’-fabulous-every-time for us.

Across the road, in prime beachfront territory, Rick Shores (named one of the Australian Financial Review‘s 2018 Top 100 Restaurants) offers up its trademark Thai twist, with goodies like crispy tofu sliders with pickled kimchi through to sticky pork belly with wok-fried pak choi and yellow peach.

For casual eats and curl-your-toes coffee, head to Canteen Coffee and Kitchen or local fave Commune.

When the sun starts to shimmy its way down towards the horizon, the rooftop at Justin Lane is where you want to be.

Also check out… Willow Dining Room for tapas by candlelight.

Currumbin

It’s hard to go past the Currumbin Beach Vikings Surf Life Saving Club – perched on the most impressive piece of waterfront land on the entire coast – but the dreamy, beachy strip of Currumbin has plenty of other food stars in the lineup, too.

Start your day the right way with an acai bowl from the kings of the purple berry, The Salt Mill, or munch on breakfast bruschetta and bircher at Elephant Rock Cafe.

Also check out… Biker hangout Iron and Resin Garage on a Sunday for great coffee, live tunes and a rolling roster of food trucks.

Coolangatta

Home of pro surfers, one of the coast’s most famous breaks, and right on the border of New South Wales, Coolangatta is Queensland’s final frontier when it comes to beachfront eats done right.

If you’re into cafe hopping, you’ve found your zen. Plan to spend a morning at longtime local fave Cafe Dbar, then check out Rockleigh Cafe (can you say all day brunch?!) and Black Sheep Espresso Baa, which you’ll find in The Strand.

Make a sneaky sidestep to Griffith St Larder. They do a mean breakfast, but let’s face it, with the sweet treats being dealt from their window, we know it’s all about the doughnuts. And the cakes. And the muffins. (Okay, we’ll stop now.)

Later on, tame your tapas cravings at BiN 72 or discover Americana in full swing at Eddie’s Grub House, with burgers, Southern fried free-range chicken, and Texas chilli cheese fries just some of the waistband-stretching wonders on the menu.

But perhaps our favourite food baby on this end of the coast comes from Tupe Aloha for its Mexican delights and tiki cocktails. Because, let’s face it, how can you not love tiki?

Also check out… You can’t leave Coolangatta without a triple scoop from Gelato Messina.

*For more ideas, check out our 48 hours in Coolangatta post.

That should keep you full! Are there any you think we’ve missed? Add your favourite Gold Coast restaurant to the comments below.

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