Scene, 62 Main, The Club, Nove Italiano, Metro Grill, Sushi on McKinney, Martini Park, Brothers..The roll call of restaurant closings throughout this embattled year makes 2008 sound like a culinary Iwo Jima. We can almost picture John Wayne poised on the black volcanic sands, reading off the names: Bice? Didn't make it. Riccardi's? Not that The Duke survived, either--not that particular film. "The stench of death," as Nick Badovinus of Neighborhood Services puts it (sounding very much like the K
