As sayings go, go big or go home makes a lot of sense, as nobody wants to stick around for a screening of 13 Going On 30. Go get as big as Tom Hanks' bank account, at Centro.
Setting up shop in the completely renovated former Cy's Crab House space, Centro's a handsome bar & grill sporting chocolate-colored booths, Brazilian pinewood walls, and some seriously big-time eating challenges, though nothing as challenging as eating Rodney Dangerfield's wife's cooking. If he left dental floss in the kitchen, the cockroaches would hang themselves! But seriously:
Bring the Heat With...a waiver-required platter of wings doused with an Indian chile extract that checks in at 7.5mil Scoville units, henceforth its title: the Inferno (so expect The Miz to swing by and make your experience even more so).
Bring the Fat With...the Home Run, a behemoth, 5lb, eat-it-and-it's-free burger toppable with anything from Jalapeno chutney, to braised short ribs, to bacon jam, although the only reason The Brothers get any gigs is because of Kevin's fame.
Bring the You're-Not-As-Stupid-As-You-Look With...ample options for the fainter of heart, from bacon, beer & cheddar crostini, to cayenne-rubbed fried pickles w/ roast garlic chive dressing, to papaya salsa'd, jerk-spiced Rasta Chicken, whose wimpy nature explains its sense of dreads.
Come late June they'll be unveiling a massive back room filled with large group-accommodating circular booths (and a fully equipped live music stage), where you can get rowdy on the 30+ constantly discounted brews, a good thing, as you'll need lots of hooch to prevent people from going home when you try to screen Turner.