There are no menus handed out at Macaluso's, a smart-looking Italian restaurant sitting almost secretly in a ministrip mall off Alton Road in South Beach. Instead most of the ten appetizers and seventeen main courses were rapidly enumerated by our waiter, a practice that I believe unfairly punishes those of us with short-term memory issues (besides, I thought the advent of pen and paper meant an end to this sort of oratorical ordeal). After the lengthy recital, replete with show-and-tell basket of pastas, I was too embarrassed to ask the waiter: Uh, could you repeat the part after you said, "I'm going to tell you about tonight's dinner choices"? So I squinted my eyes and read off the blackboard menu hanging by the open kitchen on the back wall, the degree of difficulty in doing so determined by... More >>>