You and your family are in the market for a summer tradition in Miami that doesn’t involve profuse sweating, frizz, or escaping the Sunshine State altogether. Conveniently, Tongue & Cheek, whose name is not without irony, will do all the sweating for you with their Tuesday night New England-style lobster–er, lobstah–clambake, at which you’ll be supping on sublime sea fare without having to stand over hot rocks. How’s that for a summery tradition? Even better—er, bettah–the whole feast will set you back just $35 per person and includes lobster, clams, New England chowder–uh, yeah, chowdah, corn, potatoes—or potahtoes, sides, and a Narragansett Beer. Or would that be beeuh?
Ok, enough with the regional affectations. When it comes to playful American fare, Tongue & Cheek does it right, turning out delicious and inventive dishes with their own signature accent. A kids menu with fresh, not frozen fare tested by chef/owner Jamie De Rosa’s own baby girl makes for a family-friendly spot where ketchup doesn’t come in packets. Step into a playful post-industrial stone-walled space that’s doesn’t try too hard to be hip. It’s welcoming, inviting, and has just the right buzz.
Take care of the kids first so they’ll give you a few moments of peace. They’ve probably discovered their special menus already, and taken up the challenge to “show us your coloring skills.” Direct them to their favorites, as all the usual suspects–chicken nuggets, grilled cheese, mini burgers–are so well executed you’ll happily scarf their leftovers. Now it’s time for the grown-ups to dip cracked lobster claws in butter, slurp steamed clams, and nibble on corn like you’re in Maine, pausing only for sips of ice-cold beer. (The beer selection here, by the way, is top notch, as is the bourbon and pretty much anything else from the bar.)
Not in the mood for New England-style tonight? How about a T&C-style beef cheek burger, with cheddar pimento cheese and sweet onions on a house-made brioche? Wash it down with a salted pretzel ice cream and Cracker Jack milk shake and you’ve got your own all-season tradition that will outlast that dreaded bathing suit season anyway.