For a century, men have sought the ultimate life-affirming experience by climbing Everest, only to find that, once at the top, it was very difficult to order even a freaking vodka soda, or whatever. Scale a more nightlife-friendly summit, at Club 50
Grub's currently hauled up from the 15th floor (Prime chuck sliders, steak frites w/ smoked onion chimichurri, red snapper ceviche w/ grapefruit and avocado...), but C-50'll soon serve its own Greek/Mediterranean-inflected small plates and sushi. Lock down that membership now, and anyone you bring'll be forced to pretend you're Sir Edmund Hilarious.
Perched atop Icon Brickell/Viceroy's 50th floor, C-50 is a low-slung, "semi-private" lounge decked out in marbled floors and turquoise leather sofas, and sporting an outdoor pool (highest in city) and bar area with Bladerunner-esqe views of Phillipe Stark's Icon towers overlooking Biscayne Bay to the east, Brickell to the south, and either sunsets or twinkling suburbia stretching west to the Everglades.