The Strand

The lighting is dim. The doorways are hung with flowing white linen. The banquettes are squishy-cushy and the tiger skin on the wall makes you long to take it down and lay it before a fireplace. What this adds up to is sex of the South Beach kind – decadent, seductive, and plentiful. Executive chef-proprietor Michelle Bernstein’s classically innovative cuisine only enhances the mood provided by the décor. After all, it’s pretty hard to engage in anything other than sex when eating parfait of tuna tartare layered with caviar or whole boneless squab stuff eiwth duck breast and duck pate and sliced over figs.