AND the award for the most audacious restaurant goes to...the woefully overpriced, tragically duplicitous Sky Room in Long Beach. So much for that reception venue. Who needs art deco interrior with panoramic views of the Pacific and cityscape when the bread is as cold and hard as the butter pats and the chef disallows you to order appetizers and salads as an entree. I nearly dropped my Veuve Clicquot. But the best part, the part that prompted Dan to squeeze my knee under the table in an attempt to thwart bubbling snarkiness, was when the waiter said they can toast my bread but that they've got 200 people to serve and it's not like they could toast everyone's bread. What?! How do you get to be a five-star restaurant with a small toaster? Must be all the schmucks who pay $300 for dinner.