By Brad A. Johnson: Restaurant Critic:
I’ve been sitting at the bar for more than an hour, patiently waiting to be seated at a table in the dining room.
“I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” the hostess says. “The problem is that we’ve run out of menus.”
It’s a busy Saturday night at Michael’s on Naples. The fancy Italian restaurant is packed. The dining room oozes with glamour. Customers are dressed for a night on the town. An impressive art collection sparkles beneath perfectly aimed spotlights. Classic alt-rock plays softly in the background, giving way to the pop of Champagne corks and the repetitive staccato of cocktail shakers.