Yes, I love me some margaritas. No, I’m not on Spring Break. This was no ordinary, pre-mixed, overly-sweetened margarita. It was my kind of margarita: good tequila, triple sec & fresh lime juice. Three simple ingredients = one perfect cocktail.
Holy pork belly. Dear Chef Gorenstein: this pork belly was freakin flawless. The pork was everything it should be: crispy on top, fatty in the middle, and meaty on the bottom. The lightly-dressed salad on top was a refreshing counterpart to the heavy centerpiece. I swear I saw fennel hiding in the slaw, but I was eating too quickly to get a better glimpse. I could have easily eaten this as my entree. I’m highly considering coming back solely for this dish.
Apparantly tomato, watermelon, & feta is the new Caprese salad. At first I thought it was brilliant, but now I’m a little bored {yawn}. I appreciate the use of riccotta salata in this salad as an alternative to feta, although a few thin slices of jalapeno or serrano chiles could have really elevated the flavor. I did appreciate, however, that it wasn’t a pile of cubed fruit and cheese. The attention to detail in this dish was worth noting. It wasn’t overdressed . The cheese was sliced so meticulously that I stared at it on my fork for a solid 5 minutes. I may have embarassed my dinner guest, but that comes with the territory of dining with an annoying food blogger. And just look at the little sliver of fennel bulb laying ever-so-casually on the salad. Perfection.

Heirloom Tomato - Watermelon Salad with Polanos, Red Onions, Cilantro, Riccotta Salata & Aged Sherry
I only had a bite of the snapper because I was too consumed with my own steak, but my friend had mixed feelings. The hummus was a nice, medi touch, but I think that flaky fish deserves a little textural contrast. Maybe cumin-toasted chickpeas or maintaining a little crunch with bites of almond. Regardless, the snapper was presented and cooked beautifully.
Lately, I’ve been having a minor obsession with shishito peppers. Why? Who knows. Could be the crisp, charred exterior, the pop of sea salt in your mouth after each bite, the range of spiciness depending of the size of each shishito, or the cuteness of these little peppers. Either way, they are the perfect side dish to any meal, especially rich, buttery steak. Except when you eat the smallest, cutest pepper and wind up burning the crap out of your tongue. Collateral damage.
This key lime bar was art. Edible, fantastic, sour art. The Greek yogurt ice cream was on another level. I thought it was goat cheese or white chocolate ice cream because of the richness and tart flavor, but was admittedly wrong (another rarity). This was surprisingly delicious, and surprisingly absent from BLT’s non-Miami Spice menu. The shortbread crust was buttery and crumbly. I love key lime pie, but this was a better, amped-up version. I really, really liked it. I never really, really like anything. Except being right. And complaining about how restaurant food could be better. But this was goooood.
BLT shines on Miami Spice’s participating restaurant list . My steak (not pictured: Black Angus Top Sirloin Cap with Chili Butter and Caramelized Cipollini) was perfectly cooked and the chili butter blew my mind. I mean, seriously good stuff. The jalapeno mashed potatoes disappeared surprisingly fast from the table. Green, spicy, and velvety, I may have been the one to make them disappear. Based on my experience at BLT Steak, I’ve already sent multiple friends there and I will definitely be back. The price was reasonable, service was awesome, food even better, and the color-changing pool provided a killer backdrop. Then again, great company doesn’t hurt either.
-Shari








