P B.
Yelp
If you're hoping for a Quaintrelle redux, you're going to be disappointed. The food here is ungenerous in its portioning, uninspired in its execution, and generally upsetting. After multiple dishes, we left hungry and had to stop by the Horseshoe for a salad and pasta bang bang. Farm food should be hearty and comforting and sizable. This menu is diminutive, cold, and dim. Granted, we didn't get the steak frites or burger, and those items looked like they had some heft. But a place like this should ensure that you're not getting fleeced when you order a lobster or a farm egg or anything else they put on the menu. If you can't do it right, then don't do it at all. Anemic lobster tail with a shrink-ray citrus salad? Two halves of a farm egg for $12, drowning in a mayoesque sauce? Weird carrot falafel that lacked a key ingredient-- something resembling pita? To be fair, the essence of carrot was tasty, but then the dish fizzled to nothing with, once again, poor portioning of ingredients such as the tiny dollop of yogurt that left the mouth dry and angry. I beg the Portland culinary pantheon to conjure up a bistro-- a delicious, simple, tasteful bistro-- a place where you can get a great steak or salad or meatloaf, a special or two, and the pleasure of knowing that there's a seat at the table every week for nice food and drink that leaves you satisfied. They know your name, they pour you a little extra, and it's your place where for a little while all goes down well and you don't leave hungry. Nobody in the kitchen has anything to prove other than their dedication to hospitality, generosity, and the glowing warmth of a classic dish done well. I didn't find that on these 82 acres.