So if anyone is in Miami, there is a place called El Carajo that has unquestionably the most legit paella I've ever seen outside of Spain. Seriously over the top good. But that is only half the story. It's changed a lot since I first learned of it, but originally it was wild as hell.
I found this place during a sailing event on Biscayne back about 15 years ago. I drove down from Virginia, and a girl who was sailing another class asked if I could tow her boat down for her. So when my crew and I got down there, she took us out to dinner as a thanks with some other sailors. One of the local hosts picked a place that did real large pan paella, you call in advance, tell them your party size and roll in. She text us the address and we head out. When we get to the place on the map, all I see is a gas station, so I'm like shit, we are in the wrong place. As soon as I start to drive off, I see her come out if the gas station quicky mart. I think to myself, wtf. So we park and go in, and literally through a gas station store, past the motor oil and the pork rinds, is a doorway to the most majestic wood paneled room with hundreds of bottles of wine. It's absolutely mind bending. Turns out the best Spanish restaurant in the states was in the back room a Miller Mart.
These days they actually took over damn near the whole building so it's not as wild. Still phenomenal food though.