Forelles

You're driving up to Fishmore Hall on the edge of town, past the sort of manicured grounds that make you wonder if you've stumbled into somewhere properly special. Inside Forelles, there's a quiet formality to things—this isn't a place for shouting across tables or casual Friday nights. The dining room has that restrained elegance of somewhere that takes itself seriously, with a menu that reads like the chef's actually thinking about what's in season rather than just cycling through the same old repertoire. It's the kind of restaurant where you feel like you should know what you're doing, but the room's hushed enough that nobody's judging if you don't.