Particularly fun is the tasting menu. For my little family, it's not a stretch to say that our dinner there was a watershed meal. Two years ago my kid, Harper, who is now twelve, blew up after a few bites of lobster in nearby Portland. This newly discovered seafood allergy was a tragedy; a former Mainer, his favorite food had always been clam chowder. He had also always loved the glamour of dining out, but after his diagnosis, Harper developed a distrust of restaurants. He slowly started eating out with us again in pizza parlors, burger shops, vegetarian joints — but not in full-menu, fancy places.