Shireen’s Spotlight: Coya Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Coya Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Coya Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Coya Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Coya Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Coya Miami

What:

Coya Miami 999 Brickell Avenue, Miami, Florida 33131

Why:

When I arrived at Coya in downtown Miami last week, it was a complete madhouse (in a good way). The place was packed and totally buzzing with Friday night energy. Even though I had heard it was one of the hottest tickets in town for dinner, man, I had no idea! The bold and the beautiful of Miami had officially found their new hot spot.

The restaurant itself, which serves Peruvian food with a contemporary twist, is just as sexy as the crowd that frequents it. The main dining room, which is flanked with a Ceviche Counter, is decorated in velvety yellows, brushed ceramic tiles, black and cream marbling and cast iron detailing.

I decided to have dinner in Coya’s famous Pisco Bar. It’s decorated in bold colors, rich textures and moody lighting. My first drink of the night was a clean, classic and extra frothy “Pisco Sour” — they obviously know how to whip up their signature Peruvian cocktail. Next up…

The “Nikkei Smash” (a whiskey-based drink served in a copper mug). It was strong enough for a man, but dressed to seduce a woman. The “Miami Elixir” (made with vodka, falernum, pomegranate and fresh lemon juice) was pretty and packed a major punch. 😋

For starters, I tried two Peruvian Sashimi plates: “Pez Limon” (with yellowtail, green chili and radish) and “Atun Nikkei” (yellowfin tuna, ginger and chili salsa). Both were fresh with a spicy kick. I also had a small dish (an appetizer portion) of “Tacos de Salmon” with tomato and avocado. They were bite-sized perfection.

I was totally pumped to try one of their Iron Pot dishes. I went with the “Cazuelas Langosta” (cazuelas means “cooking pot” in English) filled with lobster, rice, watercress and salsa. Last but definitely not least, I feasted on the mind-blowing “Pescado Entero” (their whole crispy catch of the day) with a bowl of veggies. I loved its dramatic presentation filled with fried fishy goodness. It was EVERYTHING.

At the end of the night, I was escorted to Coya’s private lounge (for members only). The intimate gathering was geared toward live music, mingling guests and of course, drinks and dinner. I mean…

Who needs dessert when you have delicious food, a beautiful crowd and mystery behind an exclusive door? That’s why Coya Miami is definitely one of my new favorite things. Oh, and that fish, though!

Where:

Coya is located in downtown Miami on Brickell Avenue. Parking is always tough in this area but luckily, the restaurant offers valet on the North side of the building.

When:

Dinner is Sunday-Thursday 6pm-11pm, Friday-Saturday 6pm-12pm.
(for brunch, lunch and bar hours: www.coyarestaurant.com/miami)

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.Great Gatsby
For reservations: miamireservations@coyarestaurant.com
Twitter: @CoyaMiami IG: @coyamiami FB: Coya Miami
(dress code: no flip flops, sleeveless shirts, baseball caps, sports team shirts.)James Woodley Photography
Produced by Jessie Rosario
Styling: Jackie Kay
(wardrobe provided by Koveted Collection shop the look on IG: @shopkoveted)
Editor: Matthew “Iron Pot” Auerbach

special thanks to Tara, Ink.

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When the waitress threw the drink in my face at the stroke of midnight, I was horrified, to say the least. When I got over the initial shock of what she had done, I tried opening my eyes, but they stung with a vodka vengeance. It must have been a “martini,” I thought to myself. I held back my tears of public humiliation and a botched New Year’s Eve, as my friend and co-worker, Danny Cohen, tried wiping the excess liquid from my face and party dress.

Just moments before, I had been planting a kiss on Danny’s roommate, Leeor, who had voluntarily offered himself up as my New Year’s Eve smooch buddy. It all started a few weeks earlier, when Danny graciously invited me out with a group of his closest friends to ring in 2014 at Segafredo’s on Brickell.

At first I was hesitant, because in the past, New Year’s Eve had always been such a let down. Despite buying a fabulous dress, dinner and dancing, it always ended up in some way, shape or form, as a depressing debacle. The date would be wrong, the dinner would be ungodly expensive and the dancing? Well, put it this way: I’m way past the “clubbing it at LIV” age.

So, as most sane and reasonable adults do, I retired my ridiculous pipe dreams of the perfect New Year’s Eve night. Instead, I spent the last few years at home, in my furry pajamas, with a bottle of bubbly and the holiday blues. Watching the ball drop in Times Square wasn’t such a bad thing, but what girl doesn’t dream of more? Like that scene in the movie, “When Harry Met Sally.” Just before the stroke of midnight, Harry rushes to Sally’s side and admits his undying love for her and all of her crazy idiosyncrasies and then he sweeps her off her feet and in unison they fall into a deeply romantic, passionate kiss. Sigh. That’s why I accepted Danny’s invitation.

Besides, he sold it to me pretty hard. Danny promised the party would have great food, affordable drinks and a dynamic crowd. At first, I hemmed and hawed over the prospect because of a weird superstition I’d developed thanks to “When Harry Met Sally,” which I explained to Danny in no uncertain terms: “I can’t celebrate New Years Eve without kissing someone at midnight. It’s bad luck.”

Read the rest of my New Year’s Eve journey that turned into a very Thanksgiving Day kind of year at www.wsvn.com or shop for a new pair of boots featured in the blog at www.kokopalenki.com.