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Dennis Jansen

January 8th, 2010

Brickell and the pissed off manager

These are some pictures of Brickell, which is apparently overrun with Publix grocery stores. The neighborhood has three Publix stores so far.

Mom and I went to the P.F. Chang’s in Mary Brickell village. A waitress told us to seat ourselves, and on our way to a table we passed a manager talking to a chef.

The manager was annoyed when he saw us:

Manager: “Next time when you come into the restaurant please wait to be seated.”
Me: “We were told to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHAT?”
Me: “They told us to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHO?”
Me: “A waitress. I dunno.”
Manager: “Well they are smoking crack!”

The manager then stormed off as if he was going to beat the waitress. The chef was mortified and approached our table.

Chef: “Thank you for coming to P.F. Chang’s. We appreciate your business and hope you have a pleasurable dining experience.”

The message was clear: “Sorry the manager is a hot mess. I’m not involved in this.”

Below are some pictures of the area. They are linked to larger photos. RSS/Facebook readers: click here if you cannot see the gallery.

January 8th, 2010

Winter bird

It feels like -17 in Minneapolis right now.

This is the view from my mother’s place on the Miami river:

Miami River

Miami River

Miami River

It’s 66 degrees in Miami right now. My mother says her toes are frozen. I am in an undershirt and gym shorts. It feels like a sauna.

Have fun Minneapolis!

January 8th, 2010

Welcome to Miami

It is almost midnight, and my plane is over the bay.

The lights of South Beach are to the right. The Miami skyline is to the left. Underneath us are the mansions of Star Island – P.Diddy’s house – it feels like a shot out of a Pitbull video.

The turbulence was bad. During the worst of it, a woman screamed at her boyfriend: “You are the one who wanted to go on this fucking vacation!” He grumbled. I smirked.

I made it out of the airport1 and now I’m watching the First 48 at mom’s house. The First 48 is a crime reality show based on homicide units.

This episode features a murder that happened a quarter mile away from my mother’s apartment in Overtown, my high school’s neighborhood. Part of the episode shows a candlelight vigil for the victim. I recognize people from my high school.

Overtown’s crackhouses, projects, and the vigil2 are in the shadow of shiny new skyscrapers, and only a quarter mile from the man-made islands, yachts, and mansions.

Poverty, wealth, and camera crews. It’s good to be home.


1 The airport was renovated since I my last trip.
2 In Overtown.