Michael's Kitsch-en

Big fat Americans like big fat food. That's why God gave us The Cheesecake Factory. Michael's Kitchen, a hit in Hollywood before its relocation last month to the Newport Beachside Hotel & Resort in Sunny Isles Beach, is a step above that cheesy chain but shares the same cuisine-as-circus-act sensibility. Chef Michael Blum calls it "Cirque du Soleil dining;" the official restaurant motto is "The Cure for Boring Food."

Although it's true the oversize, over-the-big-top presentations are anything but dull, when stripped of special effects, the "eclectic American bistro fare," which somehow features a lot of Asian touches, doesn't seem so special.

I have no problem with food being fun. Whenever I've taken guests to Barton G. The Restaurant, they've enjoyed it immensely. Barton's cuisine isn't the finest in town, but the cute concepts are culinarily sound, the fare and its preparation of quality high enough to render the garish garnishes an entertaining sideshow. Michael's is new — it opened only last month — and perhaps for that reason its execution is shakier, the novel notions not as clearly thought out. Take an appetizer described as "NYC curbside Sabrett hot dog served on pretzel bread with homemade sauerkraut, a side of chips, and a can of Dr. Brown's soda." It almost has to be tasty, but is this the smartest way to start a meal? Plus, considering that warm, homemade pretzel rolls are served as predinner bread, it's a little redundant.

I'm not sure that beginning things with two humongous meatballs was any savvier. The menu claims these were made from filet mignon, but they tasted like any other meatballs — except drier. A cold wedge of bread, river of red sauce, and dollop of ricotta cheese accompanied the balls, but as the waiter placed the long, rectangular plate on the table, the cheese plopped off the edge and onto the tablecloth.

Our choice of chopped salad was unavailable — a matter of form over function, for the waiter explained it is supposed to be served in a special bowl that hadn't yet arrived. Instead we shared a crisp head of iceberg arranged on a large floor tile alongside slices of tomato and red onion, cubes of sweetened applewood bacon, and a dismal drizzle of Maytag blue cheese dressing (we were brought more upon request).

A starter of succulent "movie theater popcorn rock shrimp" ($14), cleanly fried and seasoned with lemon-infused sea salt, gets scattered with actual popcorn atop a faux but life-size film reel. How does one fit a floor tile and movie reel on the same slender tabletop? Barely. And the tables are bunched too closely together. I got elbowed by a passing waiter, while one of my guests had her handbag, which was slung over a chair, knocked to the ground — twice. You can't really fault the servers, who have to juggle heavy platters of all shapes, sizes, and materials while squeezing through tight spaces.

The décor is contemporary in a loungy, Eighties sort of way. When you enter the dining room, a sprawling, wide-open kitchen with a wood-burning hearth oven seizes visual and olfactory attention. Once you're seated, focus shifts to food and wine menus, the latter an extensive global listing. One of my companions asked the server to suggest a dry red wine that would go well with the hearty fare. She said she'd get back to us, and returned with the declaration "Opus One is really good." She is correct, of course, but just about everyone knows Opus's status as a great and expensive wine (here it goes for $237 per bottle). Plus it's not really the match that comes to mind for foods accompanied by potato chips and popcorn.

Credit the waiter for a creditable back-up suggestion, Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva, a medium-bodied Tuscan wine robust enough for the assertively flavored cuisine ($51). When first poured, it had an off-putting amber tint, but that was owed to what is, depending on how you wish to look at it, either the most compelling or annoying feature of the room: backlighting that subtly changes color. As the walls turned from yellow to pink, the wine blushed into an appealing crimson hue.