Not quite sure where Coconut Grove is, but I do know one of the scariest experiences in my life was trying to find Hialeah Park back in 1989. Got off I-95, got lost, ended up wandering around somewhere where even the street signs were in Spanish. Just two white boys down for Spring Break, in a brand-new Toyota with Virginia plates. We finally found the racetrack...only running at night. We didn't bother coming back.
Of course, that's not quite as scary as being stuck in a Nissan Sentra with four other friends (including one extremely good-looking blonde) driving by RFK Stadium at 2:00 in the morning...
}:-)4
SE DC has been a jungle for a long time. (I lived in Loudoun for many years)