Kevin J.
Yelp
Not your father's Vietnam vet bar, that's for sure.
Gritty, grimy and well-lived in, the Miami is a Detroiter's Detroit bar. I found an old Metro Times once and discovered that it was called the New Miami back in the day. Well, it's earned the "Old" modifier every bit as much as a certain Dirty Bastard who used to rap for the Wu Tang Clan.
Check out the awesome metal door with a guitar and a gun that they used to protect the glass front door when they lock up at night. That ought to tell you everything you need to know about the place - that and the "Jane's Fonda Commies" toilet paper they have displayed amongst the menagerie behind the bar. So much cool junk in that place. It takes me back to my Grandpa and his flea market days.
Pinball, beat-up old couches, TV's, billiards, internet jukeboxes and bands. No kitchen but I've brought in carryout from the Thai place and they've been cool about it. (Though that might vary from bartender to bartender.) If they had laundry machines drunks could spend all day there and still feel all productive and responsible.
The owners are cool as hell, too. One time a friend and I found ourselves so drunk at the Miami we had to leave our bikes in their epic, sprawling backyard overnight. The next day when I went back they were still there. Good thing, too, as one of the bikes was from a third friend who wasn't too happy I wasn't too sure what happened to his bicycle I had borrowed the night before. I wouldn't recommend leaving your bicycle their overnight, but still, it was pretty cool they had our backs on that one. Also, once I was in there on the night of their Christmas party and Julie gave me some long johns. Told me she always saw me walking down Cass in the winter time and said I looked cold. Thanks, Julie!
The men's room is pretty foul and the Red Bull is extra spendy - $5 a pop, but the Miami is right up there with Anchor Bar as my favorite Detroit bar. Can't choose between the two; it's like picking a favorite child.
I can almost smell the bbq wafting from the backyard right now; it's in my future this summer, I can tell.