Does everyone know about that "French" restaurant named Michy's that is on 69th and Biscayne? People rave about it, how good it is, how great the atmosphere is. Well, Friday was my birthday (the big 2-4), and my friends decided to take me there for a little bit of high-end dining before getting drunk beyond belief.
We made reservations for a party of 10 at 10 p.m. Five of us arrived early at 9:40 and was told by some French bitch that needs to look into braces that we had to wait until our entire party arrived. Whatever, I can accept that. I knew the rest of the party was only 5 minutes away so I kept on looking at this sorry excuse for a hostess. For such a fine dining atmosphere, I would think owner/chef Michelle Bernstein would ask her employees to dress appropriately. This bitch had a butterfly clip in her hair (like the cheap ones they use in salons to hold up women's hair when they are blow drying it) and her attire seemed too big for her frame.
At 9:50 the rest of my party arrived, so we told this sorry excuse for a hostess that our entire party was here. Mind you, the place was packed. However, the word reservation is a very powerful word. It means: the act of keeping back, withholding or setting apart. Therefore, if I have a reservation at 10, I EXPECT a table at 10. Maybe 10:05. MAYBE even 10:10. However, a lot of people who probably didn't know the meaning of the word reservation and kept their mouths shut were still waiting for tables and we were a party of 10 and no one in the restaurant looked like they were moving.
At 10 we asked French-whore hostess when our table would be ready. Mind you WE ASKED HER. Etiquette calls for the hostess or Maitre D' to come up to the customer and say "Sorry for the delay, your table should be ready shortly. Would you like to sit at the bar?" Nope, this bitch couldn't be bothered from doing absolutely nothing. She ignored us and I was pissed off! It was my birthday and this bitch was trying to ruin it. I wanted to speak with her or a manager, but my friends insisted I shouldn't cause a scene. However, I live for moments like this. My friends are like "Fuck it, let's go to Dogma Grill across the street." We leave through the back and walk around the front, which is clear glass. French bitch sees us leaving and comes running out and says to me: "Do you want the table or not?" I told her, "You don't have a table!" She turns around and walks back in. No "I'm sorry," no "Let me see what I can do." Nothing!
Michy's food may be great, but the staff DEFINITELY needs to work on its attitude. However, that may extend from Bernstein's elitist thinking. I overheard a conversation between her a some other yuppie patrons in which she told them that Miami isn't known for it's culinary scene but that she is changing that. We may not have the most refined culinary scene Michelle, but there definitely was one before you decided to open Michy's. Do yourself a favor and skip this place all together. There are much better high-end restaurants than this hole in the wall.
Oh by way, Dogma was closed, but right across there is this little place called Cafe Toscana located at 7001 Biscayne Blvd. Great food, great service.
VJ
Honestly I liked the food; the wait was about 15 minutes for 3. But I wouldn't go back.. it just wasn't that special. I prefer to spend my money on lenses and car payments.
Oh and PS.. the other weekend while taking a nice long walk, I saw a dirty Orkin man working at the new "Taco Shop" just North of the resturant you're referring to.. .Be Careful there!
I don't care how good the food is. When will restaurants get that they're supposed to kiss our asses, not the other way around?
The service was also good in our experience, but yeah they need to work on employee appearance. When you spend that kind of money you want to see immaculately dressed well spoken people running around for your dinner. Either the waitress or the wine lady had this nasty black crackling caked-on nail color and everybody looked greasy and informal. Not what I expected in fine dining.
For the record, if you want to waste your life with boring, formal writing, you can pick up a newspaper just about anywhere; you'll recognize them as the ones covered in a thick layer of dust cuz no one wants to read that trash.