The Intrepid One (patent pending) notes the demise of the once-mighty Bankers Club:
When the Bankers Club opened in downtown Miami in 1972, lawyers, bankers and real estate moguls flocked there for three-hour martini lunches with clients enjoyed in a plush, stately room with panoramic views of Biscayne Bay.So three-martini lunches have given way to a WOD and a kale smoothie?
Memberships were $1,000 a year plus $100 a month, but that didn't deter 1,440 of Miami's power elite from joining the tony club on the 14th floor of One Biscayne Tower at the height of its popularity in the mid-1990s.
With no fanfare, the Bankers Club closed its doors Thursday, ending an era that has been replaced by professionals grabbing quick lunches at their desks, dining at a wide selection of new downtown restaurants and saving time for fitness workouts.
How do you feel about this?
I'm as nostalgic as they come, but over the years I've gotten less tolerant of fondly recalling times and institutions that suffered from the limiting prejudices of their day.
Is this an institution whose closing we should be mourning?
I certainly had my share of pleasant lunches and cocktails at the club, particularly in the late 80s and early 90s when it was nearly as popular as the City Club (but not as nice of a view).
But can I say I will truly miss it?
Not as much as a nice thick Black Angus steak......