“It appears one thing was expressly forbidden at B.E.D. “No one had been inside in a few years, and the previous tenant’s furniture was still set up.” New Year’s was now just 13 weeks away, and he immediately went to work redesigning the inside with cheap plywood and $3-a-foot, high-density foam, taking interior inspiration from his beloved Supperclub. “It looked like a nuclear test site,” recalls Hoyos. He quickly found real estate, though, in a rectangular shitbox on the 9th Street block of Washington Avenue where countless other bars had already gone belly-up in the past decade. With $700,000 of his and his friend’s money, Hoyos arrived in Miami on August 13, 1999, knowing nothing about the city’s nightlife codes. “If it doesn’t, who cares? It will still be the greatest party ever!” “If it works, great, we’ll keep it open,” he recalls telling them. No one had any ideas, but Hoyos had a grand one: a nightclub built, perhaps, for one night only.
