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"The Joyce doesn’t feel like a restaurant. It feels like the private dining room that publicists call ahead to reserve for clients too famous to eat with civilians. The tiny, windowless steakhouse is expensive, has a doorman, and a Picasso on the wall. That alone would be enough to attract most people who want to look hot and eat caviar. But The Joyce follows through once you’ve taken a seat. They’ll serve you the prettiest ribeye in Miami Beach, refresh your martini glass with panache, and work hard to make you forget you’re eating on one of South Beach’s most touristy streets." - ryan pfeffer, mariana trabanino, virginia otazo