There is nothing new or off the beaten track about Monty’s. It is a quintessential Miami Beach landmark. And that’s the beauty of it. It was here 15 years ago, when I moved to Miami, and it’ll surely be here in 15 years, when I come to visit.
A Caribbean chap with a synthesizer cranks out live, island-tinged R&B. Drinks come watered down. Beer flows by the pitcher. Greasy conch fritters soak through the napkins. The raw bar puts rival tourist traps to shame because it’s cheap and no bullshit.
Those details aside, Monty’s does one thing better than any other Miami venue I know (except maybe Target). It attracts a full cross section of the Miami populace in a relaxed atmosphere. True Florida crackers, Caribbeans, African-Americans, latinos, douchebags, yuppies, hipsters, singles, cougars, parents, dog lovers, snowbirds–all present and on the dance floor. Some some park their yachts in the marina, some arrive in beat-up Hondas, some walk from their nearby condos.
Regardless of social status or ethnic make-up–on any given night the place is packed with people who all agree that everything tastes better with hot sauce and a pitcher of beer.