Seasons 52

The premise of Seasons 52 is right there in the name: the menu turns over with the calendar, so the dish you loved in April may be gone by August. In chain-restaurant land — where menus are laminated and eternal — that alone makes it interesting.

The cooking leans on the wood-fired grill and brick oven, and the overall register is lighter than its Victoria Gardens neighbors: you can eat a full dinner here and still feel like walking the mall afterward. Desserts arrive as "mini indulgences," shot-glass-sized and priced so that ordering two feels reasonable instead of decadent.

We haven't confirmed the exact street address on the property — the tenancy itself is confirmed by Victoria Gardens' own directory — so follow the mall map when you arrive.