Editor’s Note: Don’t call me a hater, but I’ve always felt that eating a hotdog in public is rather phallic.
So, as you know - my life is a myriad journey of stories. And collecting friendships around the world. So I want to preface this hot take by sharing that this is by no means a FU to the viral epicurean spot Chevre, which I actually featured in my column in Aventura Magazine recently. Nor is it an intended insult to its founder Mario, whose wedding I actually crashed in Panama a long, long time ago with my ‘brother’ Kenny Baboun. But it’s rather a little piece on the ad nauseam images that have been circulating on all of our social media accounts over the past few months.
I must admit that a few months back when this golden situation hit the cyber world at a rather fast pace in honor of The Miami Open, I asked Chevre’s PR guru Mike Hicks to host me to try the ‘Golden Glizzy’ alongside my fearless cousin Danielle of Old Miami, who claims she once did somethi…
