This is a record store that also has a coffee shop. While I didn't consume any of their food, I did digest quite a bit of their vinyl. Not a huge store, but a nice selection of new and used records. Love the homage paid to Peaches Records and Tapes... good memories.
I could have and very nearly did spend a small fortune in this store. Being served a damn fine almond milk latte during my visit seemed to make the buying experience even easier. Due to the long haul back home to Europe I elected to "go easy" and walk out with only three purchases. The store sits in the less photographed and less visited part of Miami. That said there was nothing unsafe about the location and frankly in this day and age it is almost impossible to find a record store on Main Street any where in the world. Sweat Records boasts the expected selection of newer vinyl coupled with a hand picked selection of surprises together a reasonable collection of used vinyl. I found items here I had not seen elsewhere together with some ultra rare collections unseen in Europe for quite some time. A perfectly good trip then for anyone looking for a good record shop run by people that enjoy being there as much the customers and if ask nicely you will be served with cookies and coffee from the fine collection of snackery available from the counter. I could have spent all day in the store. GO! Check it out.
The location is not the "best" in Miami (it's located in Little Haiti, so you don't want to "show off" too much going there...) but it's one of those records shop you wish to find more often. Authentic, excellent selection of records, warm yet discreet and professional staff, and the bonus: you can take an excellent coffee and have a bio cookie and sit down a bit after browsing through the vinyls! Park opposite the Irish pub and you are good to go!
1 star you say? Yes. I did not come on here to write a review to bash a place, but the girl who was working here earned the 1 single star all by herself. And I truly hope that she reads this review, as well as the rest of Miami. I had high expectations for this store, and had been looking forward to shopping here for the last two weeks. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make it to the store until 9:40pm, 20 minutes before closing time. That should be plenty of time to browse a few racks of records, right? Wrong. We were anything but welcomed when we walked into the store, receiving the "ugh' grunt from the girl working the register. We arrived at this establishment to spend money, and left with the feeling of never wanting to return. It began when my girlfriend ordered a coffee as we arrived, and the girl hesitated by saying "Well, I'm cleaning the coffee machine". You have a bright neon sign in the window advertising that you sell coffee...Do you think they say that at Starbucks? I get it, you don't like your job, but you just lost the store potential REGULAR customers. Nobody MADE you work there. You CHOSE to work at this record store. If I had a dollar for every time I stayed 1 minute past my shift at a job, I'd be a very, extremely wealthy man. Around 10pm, the "girl" and some man who seemed like the "owner" or "manager" of the store were making snarky remarks about it being 10pm, and I glanced their way as they said "oh, no we're not talking about you" Ok. Sure. I got the hint that it was 10pm, and I was just fiddling through a few more rows of Vinyl, while my friend was purchasing something at the same time, mind you...When the clock ticked to 10:05pm, I was approached by "the girl" who asked, "Have you found anything yet?" to which I replied, "Not yet, but I'm almost finished." Her reply "Well, it's 10:05pm and we've been closed for 5 minutes"....I quickly remarked "I get it, it's 5 minutes past your shift and you're ready to go home." I couldn't believe the co