This neighborhood was slightly worse than that. I mean, this was depressing. The residents were nice enough, though. Eventually everything got squared away, and we were back in South Beach for a night of fun and relaxation. There is a bouncer out there, surveying the crowd, deciding who gets in and who doesn't.
Women get in.
Guys that are well dressed, know the bouncer, and are willing to drop a few grand in his pocket get in. Everyone else waits. A long time. This was our cue to leave. Fortunately, there are clubs there sort of like Razzles, where you just pay the cover charge and walk in.