I’ll try my best not to speak ill of the dead. But as a citizen of Brickell Key, I must ask: Why would an Italian restaurant call itself a “brasserie”?
Since nobody could ever really answer that question, I rarely ate at Brasserie Brickell Key.
Plus it felt a little dated. My first meal there, back in 2006, I remember came with a tomato on the side. That alone isn’t noteworthy, no. But the tomato was stuffed with ground beef. I mean, right alongside a chicken dish or pork or veal or something. Just struck me as dated, that’s all.