Bacar isn't just a restaurant; it's an extravaganza, an eagerly awaited, two-years-in-the-making culinary spectacular with a big budget, an all-star cast, mezzanine seating, and multiple subplots. Like some unholy gustatory alliance of Kubrick and DeMille, it absorbs all that came before it, reconfigures the molecules, and serves up the results on a shiny new platter, gremolata intact. It hums; it has buzz; it intends to alter the nature of restaurantgoing itself. Now, after many a fit and start, it is open for the business of wining and dining -- all three carefully polished, adroitly choreographed floors of it. Ladies and gentlemen, our feature... More >>>