

As we perused the menu, nearly everything looked intriguing, but we were all drawn to sage as our opening herb. Tom shared sips of his Sage Rita, a refreshing twist on a margarita.
I ordered the halibut and made a note to come back for the crab cakes. Inspired by Cuban cuisine, the fish dish was vibrant in both color and flavor. The brilliant green salsa of chopped cilantro and other herbs was wonderfully piquant and set off by sweet sautéed cherry tomatoes. The savory yellow rice was flecked with creamy cranberry beans. The whole shebang was outstanding.
It was hard to share any of the halibut, but I swapped bites for samples of Tom’s tenderloin and Kat’s meatloaf. The tenderloin was luscious: A plump chunk of beef crusted with Great Hill blue cheese butter served with a wine demi-glace.
Ditto on the meatloaf with bourbon gravy, which Tom pronounced the best he’d ever had. It was moist, fine-textured, and delicately laced with a smoky-sweetness. Wolfertz shared her secret: she shingles the meatloaf with apple-wood smoked bacon. Both beef dishes were accompanied by mashed potatoes and rainbow chard that had been sautéed with sweet red pepper and cherry tomatoes.
For dessert, we shared a tangy rhubarb tart topped with barely sweetened whipped cream. The flavors shone through thanks to that light hand with the sugar.
Throughout the evening, we watched Wolfertz turn out dish after dish from her miniscule kitchen, which was formerly the bank’s vault. As she prepared and plated everything from nibbles to entrées to desserts with only occasional assistance as needed from a server, it struck me that she must be supremely organized. Later I asked her about it.
“I wish I was organized!” she replied. “I have a good friend who often tells me I’m an adrenaline junky.”
Although she admits that she’s gotten somewhat more organized “with age,” Wolfertz takes a serendipitous approach to creating her oft-changing menu, often “simmering” ideas in her mind overnight. “I don’t have a process,” she said, “it’s more about what I am feeling. If it’s cold or rainy out, I think, what would I want to eat for dinner tonight.” If she hears that particular guests are coming, she’ll sometimes prepare a dish with them in mind.
“I want guests to feel like they’re in a friend’s house eating simple, nourishing food and enjoying conversation with dinner companions over a bottle of wine, the outside pressures of life set aside to connect with each other over the table.”
That she accomplishes with style and grace. As we lingered over coffee and an Al Green song played on the sound system, I felt well fed in more ways than one.
Tom started with the spring rolls, which were filled with chicken confit and then fried. Small and savory, they were drizzled with a slightly sweet sesame-soy sauce accompanied by orange aioli.

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Maine Course: In Good Company, Rockland
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An atmosphere of unstudied elegance.
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