The funny part is that I had one of the best steaks in my life here, a few years back (up there with a good Keg-steak experience). But it went through a flurry of names, like Fatso's, Slim'z and finally Mig'z. It was a downward slide, apparently.
It seems mixed up between wanting to be a sports bar (couple of flatscreens on the walls), the southern BBQ place of their roots (murals of jazz-related images), and/or something for the faux-brooding-artsy-types (dark interior with colourful contemporary photography prints), or something. I wasn't sure what the decor was going for, thought it mostly came off dark and mixed-up. (Best part were the prints on the east wall, photos of Broadway, and a cool montage of street signs.)
We also decided it's one of those places that would benefit from the old "free basket of peanuts on the table toss the shells on the floor"-type places. At least, it wouldn't hurt, and might be a step in the direction they seem to be stumbling toward.
Service was ok, and easily the best part of the experience, though I have to add the place was almost completely empty (at dinnertime) so it wasn't a stretch to be available.
In the end, this place has given me one of the best steaks in my life, and now one of the worst. There was so much gristle riddling the steak I left about half of it on the plate, and it was undercooked even by medium-rare standards: quite "rare" on one side, though the other side was fine. And I think I chomped on a piece of bone, though I took it out of my mouth without investigating too closely, and it may have been, you know, one of those "charred bits" (but not likely, given how little time it spent on the grill).
I feel bad because it's a great room, and has the foundations to be cool. But it needs to work on some stuff. Might be a place to go for a pint to watch the game, and perhaps the appies are better.
We're not going back. I'm sad about that, because I really did have one of the best steaks ever.