Existing in the same hip South Beach

Today I had lunch at one of South Beach's newest restaurants to report on my experience. I'd heard about the place's soon-to-be opening back in December on one of my favorite websites. Then, I read an extensive review in the newspaper (although I'd already pitched my editor right after I read about it opening which as we've determined was way before the paper's review).Needless to say, I kind of knew what to expect at the restaurant when I arrived. As usual, it had the hipster soundtrack, a pretty good mix of music but definitely not fitting with the decor and also a wee bit too loud, although at a much lower decibel than most places. That alone was very comforting.The food was definitely tasty and for being Asian fare, perfectly seasoned and not even the least bit salt-laden. One thing struck me though. A guy I saw walking out of the place across the street with a take-out bag. He'd just come out of a Cuban restaurant with a very homey, comforting name with what I'm sure was an incredibly humble, simple stick to your ribs delicious meal.And it dawned on me that sure, I was going to have a meal at a trendy new hot spot and although all the reviews in the world told me this was incredibly authentic fare, it just couldn't compete with the homemade comfort food I grew up eating that my Mom made better than anyone else.  And that's the memory that take-out bag brought back for me.