Above an oasis of floppy sun hats, chinos, and pastel polos on most weekday afternoons, you will find one of Manhattan's most formidable cohorts: the power lunchers. We visited the Midtown location of Tommy Bahama, a clothing store that also includes a chain of restaurants, on a recent Tuesday. The interior design was straight out of a beachfront vacation home, but the environment was more work than play.
An ocean of Le and La and L', Chez Whoever and Maison So-and-So, This or That d'Or. If, in a haze of butter and white Burgundy, you sat down to write a parody of the ur- resto for our current culinary Franco-cacophony, you could do worse than to title it "Chateau Royale," a phrase both spectacularly generic and hilariously evocative.