The Bal Harbour Shops north of South Beach are a Miami institution, where a $700 Versace shirt doesn’t raise too many eyebrows. A few blocks away, Mister Collins restaurant just opened inside the 124-room ONE Bal Harbour hotel, adjacent to 10,000 sf of oceanfront meeting space.
When you walk in, the long wall is covered in tiny stone tiles like a spa. The sleek steel bar, manned by soft spoken French Colombian Joe Jonas types, is surrounded by tall windows framing the water. That view, the reserved crowd, and the soft warm pretzels with sea salt and spicy mustard—all really quite civilized.
The chocolate brown dining room chair is the most comfy ever invented. The decor is residential. Refined. Dinner starts with the firmest, fattest jumbo shrimp ever. Ahi tuna tartare is served on yucca chips, and the summer roll has just the right touch of fresh mint. After the NY strip with crab mac ’n cheese was devoured, we realized how much Miami has diversified. No one is bigger fans of the South Beach scene, but we’re happy Mister Collins moved to town.