Cannes and South Beach are birds of a chichi feather, so when Le Bâoli made the grand jeté from Boulevard de la Croisette to Collins Avenue over a decade ago, it struck a chord with elite local partyati, celebs included (the publicists aren’t shy about name-dropping Beyoncé, Clooney, DiCaprio, Dolce/Gabbana), and remains a hot resto-nightspot. Behind a blank streetside facade you’ll find an indoor-outdoor space whose movie-set-like interplay of retro-chic, verdant foliage, sultry soundtrack, and sexy lighting could make almost anyone look hot (good thing, too, because when I’ve been in, a high percentage of both crowd and servers has been model-level gorgeous). I especially love the romantic courtyard. The menu? Classy, top-quality Euro surf n’ turf. Chef Gustavo Vertone may be Argentine, but there’s much homage to Bâoli’s Côte d’Azur roots and its Mediterranean neighbors—terrine de foie gras, bouillabaisse, gazpacho, branzino, risotto—sprinkled with Asian-influenced likes of robata grilled salmon fillet and miso-broiled Chilean sea bass. Weekly highlights include Wednesday night’s “My Boyfriend Is Out of Town”; on that and some other nights, the postprandial partying can carry on until 4am.