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Coming from the Brunswick area as I do, I've had a lifelong relationship with the Lewiston/Auburn area and have watched its decline with great sadness. Lisbon Street, once one of the state's principal commercial avenues, is now home to a handful of Somali groceries, substance abuse centers and storefront ministries. To the best of my recollection, the area hasn't had a restaurant of note since No Tomatoes closed decades ago. So when Fuel and Gritty McDuff's started being featured in public radio sponsorship messages, I checked them both out.
Gritty's: fuggedaboudit. You'd do much better at the chain restaurants near the Auburn Mall. It's too bad: they have a wonderful deck overlooking the river and the Lewiston riverfront.
Fuel: a place of deep contradictions, so essentially Lewiston in its naivete and eagerness to please that it almost hurts to write about it.
Fuel presents itself as a bistro and is a fairly large restaurant, decorated in a kind-of-hip style. The ambience is warm and welcoming. They don't just offer dinner in the dining room and from the menu: other options include "Private Dining" (a single secluded alcove behind curtains), meals served to you in the "Chef’s Table... in the middle of the kitchen, so guests can get a real feel of what goes on in a true, working kitchen. The kitchen can get hot, loud, and busy, but that is part of the fun." and finally "Feed Me Justin.. a 4 course tasting. The chef will prepare 4 special courses for the table, with your recommendations." In all honesty they should strip all this out and concentrate on the details of what's going on in the dining room.
We went there on a Saturday night and it was quite busy by 6:00. People do not dress to go to Fuel: I was the only patron in the restaurant who wore a sport jacket. The staff is uniformly friendly, welcoming and informative. The service is downright odd.
Our meal was constantly being interrupted by interrogatories: would we like this napkin removed, how about that one, here is your amuse-bouche, here is what an amuse-bouche is, how did we like the amuse-bouche, was it OK to take that glass away; how about this one? Are you done with this, finished with that? It never, ever stopped. Our waitress was so sweet that it was hard to get upset about what was going on, and we certainly got to know her well, but the overall approach was completely unprofessional and worked totally against any sense of dining as a private or intimate experience.
The food was excellent at times, and sad at others. We started with a stellar charcuterie plate featuring excellent meats: there was a very nice rough pork pate and paper-thin cured sausage. Fuel's signature fried green tomatoes were also wonderful, but at eight quarter-inch deep-fried slices per service, waaay waay more than should have been put before a single diner. This turns out to represent a pattern.
My main course was terrible: I'd ordered the house's featured coq au vin because it's pretty hard to screw up. This one was served with tiny cocktail onions tasting strongly of vinegar from their jar. They played a Mutt-and-Jeff act against full-size unsliced mushrooms. The sauce, seriously overthickened with something like cornstarch, tasted like nothing so much as barbecue sauce: it had a downhome smoky flavor, presumably a nod to the salt pork that was supposed to be in there, and an unexpected sweetness. Just totally wrong. My wife's lemon-flavored chicken entree was presumably better: I couldn't get past what I was dealing with to evaluate it very well.
The coq au vin was a meat-and-potatoes-only entree, so I ordered a salad to accompany it- one of the best salads I've ever had. A simple combination of very fresh lettuces spiked with a touch of arugula and a perfectly-balanced dressing with hints of lemon juice and mustard, sadly it was enough for a party of six. I kid not about this. So most went back to the kitchen, and I felt terrible since so much of the chicken went back uneaten as well.
For dessert we had a tarte tatin based on puff pastry, just about perfect. We really enjoyed it.
I ordered a cognac with dessert: a bit later the waitress came back to ask if I wanted it on the rocks or straight up.
Further notes: the breads are decent at best. The wine list is well thought through, quite reasonably priced and makes a remarkably generous selection available by the glass. The coffee was first-rate.
I wish Fuel the very best, but we won't make a point of returning.
Searching the web reveals a second Lewiston restaurant with significant aspirations. Called Fishbone's, it is run by culinary-school grads who talk in a website promotional video about mouth-feel and the like. Their approach to cooking fish is to "paint" it (their term) with many stripes of sauces: what appears on the video comes across looking like plates of nachos.