It was our anniversary and the place where we had planned to go was full, so we walked down the street until we found something that looked interesting (we are from out of town). This place caught our eye, so we went in. Greeted by a woman who asked if we had a reservation. No. Well, she said, surveying the mostly empty dining room, maybe we could sit in the bar. (Butcher's Block, I think. Same menu) The waiter gave us a menu and tried to explain what it meant. Locally source we get, we go to Portland a lot, but this was entirely strange. They had one each of "poultry" "beef" "pork" "pasta" "seafood" and "vegetarian." I gather it changed day to day. Todays choices were: Duck, Tenderloin, shank, something-elli, cod and something. No explanation of how it was cooked, if it came with anything else, etc. He said he understood that it was confusing, but what could you do. We gave him a tip and left. Sometimes, in an attempt to seem trendy (or "au courant") and exclusive, the whole joy of food, dining, and sharing an experience, gets lost. Such was our experience with "Sante."