Sushi restaurant Rosella soars as high as its namesake bird.

By Colin w. Sargent

“There’s nothing quite like
lemongrass to clear the day.”

–our server at Rosella on a
Monday evening

Well after dark on a crisp night in the Lower Village, we swoop up a flight of granite stairs from Western Avenue and land in a gallery furnished with inviting couches and club chairs that doubles as a veranda for guests at the Grand Hotel. What a great perch Rosella (named for a species of scarlet Australian parrots beloved by one of the owners) is to view the mystical area near the bridge where Kennebunk becomes Kennebunkport.

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