When I was in college, there was an Indian restaurant (not in Miami) that told a group of fellow college students dining there that spices were a privilege, not a right. So, let me take the liberty to paraphrase: Miami Spice is a privilege, not a right.
If you do not participate, I will still frequent your establishment and eat your food. In fact, after reading a review of the opening ceremonies, it may actually be harmful to participate. (Editor’s Note: As is all too common in the blogosphere, Superbee’s 2 a.m. post on the Miami Spice event has been removed. Here’s a memorable quote: “I guess headcounts and proper serving amounts are for jerks. I wish the restaurants who ‘participated’ good luck during Miami Spice — I know I’ll remember the places that ran out of food for the inauguration — and I’ll probably gloss over those places.”).
Now, this post is really meant to be a non-defensive response to Frodnesor’s “Spiceonomics” post. But since I do not believe in mathematics, and his post was riddled with integers, I have ignored large portions of his argument.
The quick version is that I agree it is untenable and unfair to demand that restaurants offer their signature dishes with no regard for cost. There are increasing numbers of hard-working chef-owners in town who are not underwritten by millionaires investors or a NY-based restaurant empire. I get that this is a business and that not everyone is in a position to spend money to make money.
But there are ways to participate without giving off signs of desperation (in other words, the many familiar death throes of a troubled restaurant, such as The Groupon Theory). This is Miami. Even if you have insecurities or financial woes, just project confidence. Hell, even the janitor drives a Ferrari in this town.