While our server was quite polite, and the wine room tasteful, the Coleman Brook Tavern is nothing more than a ruse. Its appetizing appearance is belied by the less than savory impact on the pallet. My clam appetizer, for instance, was baffling. In all my days I have never come across a dish where the main ingredient could be both undercooked, and overcooked, simultaneously. Rubbery and runty, and five of the thirteen were still closed. If not for the bread available for dipping in the sauce, I would have walked out right then. Next. My seared Ahi Tuna, rare, was void of its true color and of its true flavor. I guess it serves me right for ordering tuna in a land locked state. The wasabi rice and coleslaw served with it were both practically uncooked and bland. The atmosphere of this room was nice originally; quiet and cozy with plenty of visual stimuli. That all changed however, when a family brought in their infant son, banging away on his touch book Thomas the tank engine audio toy. Every ten seconds I heard a train whistle or other annoying sounds. Just when I thought things could get no worse, it's time for dessert. A double espresso, what could possibly go wrong? Again, I was beaten in the face with their lies as a luke warm cup of liquid tires was set beneath my quivering grimace. Do NOT go to the Coleman Brook Tavern, their are plenty of other fine restaurants in Vermont.