Went last night to Michael...room is rather ugly, sort of like my parents dining room in the 1980s, but this has never been a knockout space to begin with.
Food falls in between Les Deux and Le Francais; it's definitely well done and very good. I had the foie gras composition, which functioned as an elaborate egg roll of sorts-slivers of goose liver mixed with a shredded "foie gras strudel" inside a puff crust, nestled on top of a fig confit--and was perfectly fine; I liked my friend's crab cake/scallop combo, in a luscious curry sauce, better.
The sauces here are definitely exquisite and show a nimble touch in the kitchen. My friend had the venison, which was just excellent--the requisite fruit pairing was sharp, a really complex huckleberry sauce. I had the fish pairing, which was salmon and escolar--both perfectly cooked and surrounded by an inner ring of mushroom reduction and an outer of nouveau choron. A fine dish.
There is a "mashed potato" guy who comes around and slings a serving of what has the consistency of whipped cream--is it Robuchon that popularized that pure butter type of mashed potato?--but they weren't that memorable. I will say that Lachowicz has a great vegetable supplier, because the morels in my dish were excellent.
We skipped dessert but the usual suspects are there; they do bring out a housemade truffle to close.
Service was not as bad as I heard it was, though I think anytime you have to pull out a table to allow people to sit in a booth, you've designed your space--or furniture--poorly. We were seated next to a large dinner party which drew away, but we weren't in much of a hurry.
Of note is that Lachowicz is really working the room hard. This space is somewhat haunted--does anyone remember what was in here between Provence and Glass Onion? I can't remember--and a restaurant like Michael doesn't usually play well on the North Shore, so you can see that the chef is going out of his way to convince his early diners that his restaurant is more a "once a week" type place rather than a "special occasion" type of place. Besides being gregarious--he slapped me on the shoulder twice in 30 second conversation--he's not a dumb guy: he played to the older diners in the room, particularly two females behind me who described themselves as "new foodies." Overheard during their discussion: "It's old school and passe," says Lachowciz, "but my diners are mostly older and that's what they want."
And that, I can only presume, explains why the pre fixe was entirely disavowed last night. "Only a la care," I was told by the waiter, who acted as if it was that way from the start. Bummer.
It'll be interesting to see where this place goes from here.