Detroit, MI Old Miami At the risk of bumming out Will Smith, “Miami” stands for “Missing in Action Michigan”: this classic Cass Corridor dive was intended as a hangout for veterans coming home from the sh*t. But in the past three decades, it’s become so much more. Sure, the place is awash in a sea of donated military memorabilia, which you can gaze at from old couches, and enough bric-a-brac and taxidermy to make you feel right at home (provided you’re 64 and spend your pension at flea markets), but the joint’s also become a go-to venue for area bands, DJs, and rappers to cut their teeth. Punks, hippies, bikers, blue-collar workers, neighborhood folks, hipsters, and vets all come together under Old Miami’s roof (or on its nicotine-choked patio). This isn’t just a safe haven for vets to chill out with their brothers-in-arms Jim, Jack, and Johnny. It’s a home away from home for every Detroiter in need of a stiff drink.