In addition to doing some swimming, biking, and running in South Beach, I also did a decent amount of eating. Under normal circumstances, this would not be blog-worthy (considering how often I go grocery shopping). However, the number of delicious meals I enjoyed pleasantly surprised me, especially since I’ve done this race twice and have frequented a lot of Miami restaurants. Bring on the noms!
I love diners. I mean, there’s never a wrong time for breakfast food. During my five days in Florida, I visited not one, not two, but three different diners.
First up was Fort Lauderdale’s Floridian, which came as a recommendation from my friend’s aunt. (Like last year, we stayed in Fort Lauderdale for a night before heading to Miami for the official start of race weekend.) The two of us met one of my friends and his mom for breakfast, and we ate a ton of eggs and drank all the coffee—and became “sponsored athletes.” Our waitress found out we were doing the triathlon, and she told the owner who hooked us up with these baller trucker hats. We seriously considered wearing them on the run a la pro triathlete Luke McKenzie.
On Saturday night, ten of us invaded Puerto Sagua, a Cuban diner on Collins Ave. in Miami. Two years ago, I went there for breakfast, so it seemed fitting to go back. No photos, unfortunately, because I inhaled my grilled tilapia, black beans, and rice.
And on Monday morning, my friend and I visited the super retro 11th Street Diner.
My metabolism always kicks in the day after a race, so I feasted on a veggie-packed omelet, toast, and not one, but two chocolate chip pancakes, my go-to side order at diners.
Two words: Naked Taco. That’s me all day, ha! Two more words: lobster enchiladas.
We also ordered chips and guac, but we passed on the mojitos and margaritas with a race coming up the next day. Full disclosure: our waiter gave us a shot of a fruity tequila-laced concoction, which I took one sip of.
My typical post-race indulgence is a burger, but since there were no burgers to be found at drag brunch—crazy, right?—I went all-out at supper. Did I just type ‘supper’? Yes, it’s called supper at Yardbird, a southern-style eatery my teammates have hit up every year—and now I know why.
Mamma’s chicken and biscuits, fried green tomatoes with bacon, and blackberry bourbon lemonade, plus unpictured shrimp and grits comprised the best post-tri meal I’ve ever had.
Our waitress was impressed we did a triathlon. Or maybe we got this dessert because my teammate knew the manager.
Train hard, race hard … and eat hard!
When you eat out, what’s your favorite type of food?