First Impression: Pirate ship. Maritime. French riviera. Wine country. These are what I thought of when I walked into Balthazar which, on this night, was packed. I mean, loaded with people. 45 minute wait. Standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar getting cozy with the other people waiting for seats. But you know what? We didn't care. It would be worth it. As we waited, I looked around. Warm, flattering lighting and enormous tarnished silver mirrors hung on every gigantic…