Ego is not the restaurant people choose when they want a safe dinner. Instead of studying a menu for twenty minutes, you're mostly deciding how much control you're willing to give up. Land, sea, mixed. After that, the kitchen takes over. Plates arrive one after another, sometimes looking more like art projects than dinner, and there is a decent chance you'll eat something you wouldn't normally order yourself. Some visitors leave calling it the best meal of their trip. Others spend the drive home debating whether they actually understood what just happened. Either way, people tend to remember it.