While we were in Florida, we visited some of the old haunts from Mr. Baseball’s time at the University of Miami. Coconut Grove was chock full of bars catering to the co-ed crowd, including the Sandbar Sports Grill.

By the light of the neon beer signs, I spotted a tiki—but one tiki and some surfboards does not a tiki bar make. This distinction can be tricky sometimes. People visiting the Tiki-Ti for the first time might not be able to tell just by the look of it that it’s one of the best tiki bars. (Though as soon as they tried a Ray’s Mistake I think that would be apparent.)

But we were looking for a place to watch “The U” football game against Florida State, and not a tiki bar, so Sandbar and all its giant TV screens fit the bill perfectly.

I should have followed Mr. Baseball’s lead and gotten beer, but I decided to adopt some school spirit and ordered the Hurricane. (Miami Hurricanes, get it?) They had them organized by different “categories” and I can only imagine how heinous the Category 5 must be with all its 151. (Surely not Lemon Hart…)