Blue Collar's Closing Hits Different. This is Why
Maybe it needed a Members Only Club
News of beloved Miami restaurant closures are as routine as a baseball score now. An occurrence as unremarkable as an afternoon thunderstorm. A loss as expected as a terminal great-grandparent. So it reasons a pillar of the community closing its doors shouldn’t raise any more eyebrows than a rush hour crash on the Palmetto. But when Blue Collar called it quits, the Miami restaurant world shook.
Because Blue Collar wasn’t just a restaurant, it was a building block upon which Miami’s food scene was built.
And it was built, like the rest of Miami, with sweat and hustle.
Blue Collar was the product a chef whose prospective father-in-law didn’t want his daughter marrying a “blue collar cook,” its name, like Lynard Skynrd, a final “fuck you” to the people who said he couldn’t. Danny Serfer was a native, a born-and-raised Miamian who I like to think grew up swimming canals in Palmetto Bay.
Blue Collar was Food for Miami People
The food wasn’t fancy, but it represent…
