Ok, it was New Year's eve, so our experience may not necessarily reflect a typical night at Chez Michel... But here it goes anyway, for what it's worth.
My first impression upon entering the restaurant was that this one would be a great candidate for that Restaurant Makeover TV show. It just had an old, tired and worn out kind of feeling, from the old chairs and tables to the bar to everything else. That feeling was greatly intensified later, after visiting the restroom -it could have used a good scrubbing, at the very least!
The service can only be rated as poor. By appearance and manners, our waitress could have easily been mistaken for the cleaning lady. Come to think of it, maybe she really was the cleaning lady, working a second job on New Year's eve, as they needed extra help at the time. Anyway, at one point she spilled a glass on the table, later on she started making us conversation and telling us how she can't wait to get home to celebrate New Year's night with her boyfriend, and so on. At the end, she somehow managed to overcharge us on our bill, despite the fact that it was a fixed menu. The mistake was rectified when we noticed the charges, but it did leave a bad impression.
On the plus side, the food was great. They had fixed menus for the special night, and everything that we had at our table was just as it was supposed to be. From appetizers to desserts, everything was nice and tasty. I don't know who the executive chef was that night, but kudos to him, a job well done!
Unfortunately we had a hard time pairing some wine with the great food, as the wine list was greatly disappointing, particularly so for a French restaurant. We tried a couple of medium-priced red wines, and neither of them was any good.
As a parting remark, if you do choose to go to Chez Michel, you might want to try a night other than New Year's eve... The majority of the other patrons that night were a bizarre assortment of characters who looked like they might have descended straight from the set of an Adam's Family movie. Particularly disturbing were the large number of ladies (I use the term loosely) well past their prime wearing miniskirts and other such outfits that were revealing way more than any men would want to see of a woman in her 60's. When they started dancing, the entire affair started to look more like a late Halloween party... It was entertaining nevertheless, although in a kind of macabre, twisted way.