Room with a View… and Some Problems

Atrio restaurant sits off the 25th-floor Sky Lobby of the new Conrad Miami hotel, located in the Espirito Santo Plaza high-rise, that indented glass monolith on Brickell Avenue. Conrad is Hilton's upscale line of hotels; the pedigreed corporate surname is conspicuously absent from the premises. Atrio's décor reflects the sleeker, boutique-ier nature of the Conrad brand, the 80-seat room clean-lined and resplendent in rust and earth tones. The furniture and appointments are all chic, elegant, and of undeniable quality; organic sounds of cascading water emanate from a fountained wall that serves as a partial barrier between restaurant and Sky Lobby. Because the restaurant opens up into that lobby, it feels more like a gorgeous hotel lounge than high-end dining establishment. Of course, if you look toward the opposite side of the space, and out the lofty floor-to-ceiling windows, you'll be privy to a hypnotic vista of Miami's night lights glittering below.

Tableware twinkles, too -- shiny, stylish sterling flatware, spotless Riedel wine glasses, dazzling place settings, modernistic brushed-metal salt shaker and pepper grinder. Curious, then, that some of the tablecloths were crookedly set and as wrinkled as a linen suit after an overnight flight. This was the first hint that some things at Atrio might be slightly askew.

Chef Roger Ruch formerly impressed at 1220 at the Tides; his brand of clearly defined, worldly-wise American cuisine was inventive but practical, meaning it was fancy but tasted good. At Atrio Mr. Ruch spins mostly Mediterranean and Asian influences into his contemporary cooking, but misguided conceptions and unfocused preparations yield dizzyingly dissatisfying results. Tomato-watermelon gazpacho might have offered a provocatively different take on the classic soup, had the base contained tomato juice, pepper, cucumber, or even the "roasted corn salsa" mentioned in the menu description. As it turned out, a liquid that tasted like straight watermelon purée, flecked with a few specks of finely diced tomatoes, was poured tableside into a Dada-esque white plastic bowl with three Belgian endive leaves protruding outward, a spiced pecan nestled at the base of each, a sprinkling of Spanish goat cheese on top. A scoop of lime sorbet might have made this a refreshing dessert, but it was too sweet and one-dimensional to succeed as a starter.

Gorgeous room, hypnotic vistas, uneven food, slack service
COURTESY CONRAD HOTELS
Gorgeous room, hypnotic vistas, uneven food, slack service

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305-503-6529. Open seven days for breakfast 6:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.; lunch 11:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.; dinner 5:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m.
Conrad Miami, Espirito Santo Plaza, 1395 Brickell Ave, Miami

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Pancetta-wrapped pork tenderloin and five-spice duck breast, in contrast, were indeed robust and savory. The pork came pooled in a deep demi-glace with mildly acidic hints of sherry. Thick snippets of succulent asparagus spears and sweet dried figs surrounded the meat, all of which would have worked out well had the tenderloin been a tender loin, not a tough, overcooked clod of pork. It might have been moister had the waiter asked how we wanted it cooked.

He didn't ask how I'd like the duck breast cooked either, and though the fanned slices came more well-done than I'd have requested, at least the meat was soft and imbued with exotic five-spice flavor. A small lollipopped leg and hacked piece of thigh were allegedly prepared via a "ginger confit" treatment, but they tasted as though they were forgotten in the deep fryer for a very long time. Duck chitlins, anyone? Softly whipped mashed potatoes, smartly infused with vanilla, played nicely against the five-spice aromatics, as did a sweet-and-sour kumquat chutney.

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