The feeling of returning to a warm, cozy cabin after a successful day of skiing in the Alps has never felt more real down in South Florida since Little Haiti’s Cuckoo Clock Brauhaus opened last year.

It’s a rainy Sunday morning in Miami, and instead of cozying up, I’m on a mission to solve a burning question: what in the world is Cuckoo Clock? You see, for months, I’d driven past a mysterious old ...