As you step in, you'll be greeted by one of the half-dozen
waiters, all male, dressed in red polo shirts and who can most
appropriately be described as `brusque.' Show up during any
sales week without a reservation, and you won't make it past
the foyer. They're almost incredulous that you would have
thought you could get in, and do a fairly good impression of
the typical rude French waiter when you ask them if there's
room.
But if you have reserved in advance…to steal a line from
Mystic Pizza, you're in for a little slice of heaven.
