Like movie popcorn or Gucci sneakers for babies, Mango’s is a ripoff. But the nightclub/restaurant/hookah bar/salsa studio/Miamified funhouse is a charmingly kitschy reminder of why we should visit Ocean Drive at least once a year: to put on our best Hawaiian shirt and pay too much for a wildly fun touristy night out. It costs $98 per person to reserve a table at Mango’s from Sunday to Wednesday, and $116.76 from Thursday to Saturday. That's if you want to sit down and eat. The view is better from the tables, but you can also just walk in and sit at the bar before 8pm, when there's usually no cover fee. If you do opt for the proper dinner show experience, it includes a $60 credit that goes towards food and drinks. However, consider eating before you come, and instead put that money to use on beer or straight liquor (the cocktails are basically liquified Skittles). Most of the food tastes like it only requires two minutes in the microwave to prepare. If you are starving, the chicken parm has enough cheese and tomato sauce to get you through the night. But none of that is why you’re here because at around 8pm, the fun really begins. The bar transforms into a stage that juggles a dizzying range of rapid-fire acts more vast than the Pacific Ocean. Within the span of 30 minutes, you’ll see a magician turn one bottle of liquor into 10, an opera singer belting his little heart out like Luciano Pavarotti, and a shockingly impressive cover of Tina Turner's "Proud Mary." If you blink, you might just miss a sturdy salsa dancer in a bejeweled shirt lift his partner overhead with one hand. And throughout this tropical rainbow whirlpool, you can’t help but think, god, I love this city. There seems to be no end in sight as the show goes on. It might very well go till 5am, when this place closes. We’ve never made it that far. Performers, who sometimes pull double duty as your server, continuously cycle through the stage, creating an overstimulating time warp. Three disorienting hours of Miami razzle-dazzle pass but the charm of it all never fades. It’s the kind of over-the-top touristy night out that should be an annual ritual for every Miamian.