It's just me, or does a 25 minute delay in sitting a table qualify as a restaurant-no-show? Twice in one month AdC has done this to me (don't ask why I went there a second time) and both times the hosts reacted to my increasingly vocal recriminations as if I were a drone of an old uncle on T-giving day. They offered not a smile, not an apology, nor an explanation: the usnpoken message was that they were too cool to sit tables at the appointed time, and that there ALWAYS was a wait, and I should be happy mine was ONLY 25 minutes.
It's been a long time since something like that had happened to me (Pacific Time in Lincoln Road did it once around 1995 or so, and I didn't go back there for the next ten years; just in time to see it close)
Back to AdC: once we were seated, we ate food that was redolent of another time and another place, the 90's and China Grill, namely, and it actually managed to bring some good memories, while not quite erasing the sourness of the recption.
We had a good salad, chicory and mache, I believe, with crispy octopii or calamari, nuts of some kind and a lot of orangey-raspberryy dressing (yes, you have had this at China Grill ten years ago), a tuna tartar on nacho-like flaky pastry, only OK, a good codfish, not overcooked, crab croquettes that were strangely naff (more puerto saguas than baleen), and a couple other dishes that I forget. All in all, not terrible, but nothing to kill for. The price, if you don't order too much, which we did the first time but not the second, is about par for the South beach scene.
The service was OK, if a little indifferent. The second night, a 10:45 reservation resulted on getting a table at 11:15 and the appetizers around 11:45, we didn't get our main courses until 30 minutes after finishing appetizers; i.e. 12:30 am. The waiter blamed a group of 24 sitting in the iconic table by the entrance; apparently they have it for show; but when faced with actual patrons for it, the kitchen cannot cope.
The scene includes the hottest people on the planet, which seem to congregate there on Fridays (Saturday seemed much quieter), and maybe the punishment by host indiference, and endless waiting is the price you pay to find yourself in such beautiful company. When you get tired of people-watching, you can always enjoy the night-time Miami skyline, not quite the same as hungry pelican, but still.
I may try again in 2019 (if they are still around)...