"We frequently find ourselves in the mood for a martini, but at Michael’s in Marine Park, it's more of an insatiable urge that hits you like a brick the second you lay eyes on a group of fur-draped people sitting at the bar, beneath the glow of a large, fully functional fish tank. Someone plays a piano, and beyond that there's a cavernous room where people have been fighting over checks since 1964. For every woman in high heels, there's an 11-year-old in his basketball uniform, celebrating a win with his very own order of baked clams. Do Michael’s right: come with 10 people, have something to celebrate, and ask about the giant pepper grinder. It's approximately three feet tall, and reserved for only the most festive parties." - willa moore, will hartman, sonal shah, neha talreja
