The soundscape starts mildly at Phyllis’ Musical Inn and bumps up a notch at Smokedaddy, where the forest of sidewalk tables begins; move further west and Moonshine thumps into the cool autumn nights. A few doorways of quiet, past the closed-by-night Milk & Honey, and then you are in the throng: Via Carducci, The Boundary, Jerry’s, Coco Rouge, Vintage, Easy. The block west of Damen is eatery-chocked, too, but the loud music chiming and clashing and crowds noshing and gnashing and flashing and splashing are a solid wall of attitude, if not style, the closest approximation in this new yupscale nightlife zone to the most impossible, impassable stretches of Miami’s South Beach. Cross the street! Quickly!
