During one of the brief moments when my vision wasn't blurred from relentless twisting, a glance at my salsa partner's large cowboy hat and pointy-toed shoes revealed why Club Miami is so irresistible. There are plenty of spots to sit in downtown San Jose, looking poised while practicing perfect posture and sipping microbrews. In some swanky bars you can sit for hours without a shy Silicon Valley boy even coming within a three-barstool radius, much less one trying to spark a conversation. But at Club Miami complete strangers will not only ask women to dance, they often ask two or three times if the first attempt is unsuccessful. There's nothing hip and trendy about this club.
Palm trees are really disguised poles.
The club drags out the inflatable hot pink lips for Valentine's Day, and the place essentially specializes in macrobrews and overly icy margaritas. While it's not a spot to scope out the latest in raver fashions, many of the gals still indulge in body glitter and impossible platforms. And Club Miami promises plenty of opportunities to get sweaty with complete strangers while hunting down men whose footwear puts Crocodile Dundee to shame. 2000 Metro Publishing Inc. MetroActive is affiliated with the Boulevards Network .