Scales
Scales: Seafood restaurant in Portland

Why Eat
Why Scales
Scales is a big, bright seaside room where Portland's serious about seafood. They're doing raw bar, local catch, and New England comfort classics with real precision. The place books up fast enough that you'll want to reserve weeks out, but walk-ins do land tables if you're patient. Everything tastes like it came off a boat this morning.
- Potato-crusted cod with crispy Brussels sprout base, cooked with precision.
- Seared scallops and grilled octopus with intense umami depth.
- Free valet parking and attentive, knowledgeable servers.
- Cloverleaf rolls and desserts worth ordering multiples of.
Menu
What to order
Start with the grilled octopus or mussels in mustard-dill cream served in cast iron. The seared scallops come with sweet potato cream and bacon lardons. The potato-crusted cod sits on caramelized Brussels sprouts. If you're not all-in on seafood, the cheeseburger and beef pot roast both deliver. Don't skip the Cloverleaf rolls or the sticky toffee pudding with ginger frozen custard.
At a Glance
At a glance
Best for
Special occasion, date night, celebratory dinner.
Price range
$$$
Details
Opening Times
Atmosphere
The room
Spacious and bright with a working energy, especially on weekends. It's busy and buzzy but not loud enough to keep you from talking.
It's not fussy. A regular might order the seared scallops or potato-crusted cod, but there's also a cheeseburger that'll stop you mid-bite, and Cloverleaf rolls people come back for by themselves. The sticky toffee pudding with ginger frozen custard, the peach cake with oat streusel. It's comfort cooking with seawater in its veins.
Reviews
What guests say
Guests describe meals that linger in memory for weeks. One recent visitor called it "one of the best meals I've ever had," singling out rolls so good they ordered more rounds. People are booking months ahead, and those who walk in without reservations still find themselves moved to better tables when they open up. The freshness is the through-line: seafood that tastes like it swam in this morning.



























