The old Seven Fish was the modest white building behind my motorcycle in the picture above. I wish they could have moved into a building more in keeping with the Old Town style with lots of room to work but a design that looked less garish, less suited to Miami Beach.
Life is like that, things are going well and sometimes we make changes that derail our plans and a derailed plan can set our teeth on edge. I wish them well and I am sure the cooking will be up to their usual high standards but I liked the small intimate space that must have been inconvenient to work in. In a town where everyone knows everything and nothing is off the beaten path, Seven Fish was. Now it's not.