Belgrade the once prominent, I assume, and exclusive dive has had a bit of a makeover. Their attempt, in blundering fashion, is to emulate one of Manhattan's most prestigious and pretentious night institutions ala-sex and the city era, Bungalow. Belgrade has replaced it's interior facade of "smart people books" with the motif of bamboo trees and shirtless douchebag DJs. This makeover is eerily similar to Bungalow, the exclusive coke den delivering over-priced, below grade cocktails; any joint that can whip up a watermelon martini but fails to make a proper Negroni is an embarrasment to anyone in the cocktail community. Clearly, Belgrade is attempting to keep it's rep alive by this newfound design as well as taking on a more exclusive personae. South Beach correspondant (news travels fast, doesn't it) alerted me of the details, excuse my aninomity.
----- couldn't get two of his friends in. They completely ripped off bungalow's decor.----- is a long time patron of the B&B (bung and bel) and as I recall he could get a dressed down redneck wearing a Florida University sweatshirt into the joint at a time, but recently could not manage to get two measly dressed up sexually attractive human beings in. I'd say, Bel, stop trying to be a hip club and accept the fact you are dead, stop embarrassing yourself. The best part of that joint? The bouncer. SB correspondent agrees, in fact will attest to his Harlem hipness.
Anyways, the fact is that both joints lack a reverence or care for cocktails, don't bother with them. Unless, you're a celebrity stalker or like going after chicks, as the Pink Panther puts it, are Strumpet's for the Spoils.
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