Jimbo's — The Lost Treasure of Virginia Key
Ah, Jimbo's. A name that resonates with the old souls of Florida and those who have had the pleasure of stepping into this iconic establishment. Nestled on Virginia Key in Miami, Jimbo's was more than just a place; it was an experience, a state of mind.
A Dive into History
Jimbo Luznar ran Jimbo’s since 1954, and for decades, it stood as a testament to authenticity and a laid-back Floridian lifestyle. However, in a twist of fate, bureaucracy overshadowed authenticity, leading to its closure. But why did Jimbo's hold such a special place in the hearts of many?
Imagine this: You step into the shade of Jimbo's, greeted by the tantalizing aroma of smoked fish. You grab a beer, and there's Jimbo himself, holding court, unmistakable in his red cap. The place wasn't just a bar, nor was it a restaurant or a convenience store. Yet, you could buy ice-cold beer and savor the best smoked fish you've ever tasted. It wasn't a marina either, but boaters were always welcome to pull up and hang out.
More Than Meets the Eye
The first time you visit Jimbo's, you might be taken aback by the eclectic mix of chairs, old car seats, signs, and even a broken piano. It's as if the remnants of a bygone Miami era washed up on its shores and became part of its unique décor. And let's not forget the bocce court, where challenging Jimbo was a dare few took up.
The tales surrounding Jimbo's are as legendary as the place itself. One such story recounts how Jimbo managed to get a license to sell beer. It's a tale intertwined with rich folks from nearby Fisher Island, construction workers, and even a cameo by former President Richard Nixon. Whether these tales are true or mere legends, they add to the mystique of Jimbo's.
A Magnet for All
Jimbo's was a place where you could expect the unexpected. On any given day, you might find a biker group, fishermen looking for bait shrimp, or a group of Latinos playing salsa from their car radios. The place even served as a backdrop for movies and TV shows like "Flipper," "Miami Vice," and "Ace Ventura." Not to mention, it was a favorite spot for photo shoots featuring celebrities like Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell.
But amidst all the glamour, there were quirks. Like the porta potty that was best avoided or the feral cats that would sneak up to your picnic table. Finding Jimbo's was an adventure in itself. You'd drive down the Rickenbacker Causeway to Virginia Key, and if you mentioned Jimbo's at the toll booth, the fee was waived. A sandy road past a water treatment plant would lead you to this hidden gem.
A Fond Farewell
Jimbo's was more than just a place; it was an emotion. A place where everyone, regardless of their background, felt welcome. It was the last stop at the end of the road, a place that promised good times and lasting memories. And while Jimbo's may have closed its doors, the memories it created will live on forever.
So, here's to Jimbo Luznar, for giving us almost 60 years of joy, laughter, and unforgettable moments at the end of the road.
Humorous Note: Among all the legendary tales and iconic moments, one thing remains clear - if you ever find yourself at a place reminiscent of Jimbo's, avoid the porta potty at all costs!
I bet there are still plenty of us around who remember Jumbo's and the smoked mackerel. And the beer. And the bocci lane/alley (not, "court"). And, one of the neatest, coolest things about the place was the mix of cars to be seen there at any given moment: from the truly pretentious to those that looked like they were next in line to be put to use as the porta-potty.
There was a time when Miami - - the REAL Miami - - was a haven for places like that - - from a truly great place at the foot of Ocean Drive on South Beach where the steaks were great and the stone crabs plentiful, and cheap (I can't bring up the name now (it's been many decades), but surely, somebody else reading this will know it) to the bar and food joint in the grounded "yacht" not too far south of Stiltsville.
Now? Miami is THE place for poseurs, mortgaged cars and SUVs, gold chains and hand guns, real estate thieves, and the carboard places they build and sell. Jimbo's would never stand a chance. Brings to mind an equally-old song: "Try to remember . . ."