My girlfriend won't read this because she loves Bon Voyage and doesn't want to read my criticism of it.
That'll mark the high point to start this review.
It all goes downhill from here.
There were four us meeting here for a supper, a broad range of ordered dishes to order, promising comprehensive coverage. Bon Voyage had been renovated since I had last been here, and following the commandments put forth in the family restaurant bible, the new décor had more shades of brown than the Clairol wall at Sears. In defense, it's a step up from my previous visit. The Bon Voyage--or is it Westgate Grill & Banquet, because I seriously don't know--is still a family restaurant no matter how much spackle you throw upon the foundations. It's still open at 6:00 am. The tables are still crowded by salt and pepper shakers and a wad of crinkled ketchup packets. It still has the same confused and vague stain-proof menu (it might have changed since renovation, but good luck trying to find how). Over two pages, I can choose between stir-fry, Greek or pasta. There is a section titled sandwiches, another hamburgers, yet another for steaks and one more...for beef. Despite all the other sections, there was still enough to add more beef.
My entrée came with soup, garlic bread, potatoes, beef, and onions; of course my soup came flanked with plastic-wrapped Premium Plus wafers, that's just a given, like coming back from Africa with a virus. My entrée looked like someone dropped two fistfuls of ingredients into a hot pan and a mixed it a few minutes. Gigantic chunks of vegetables saddled beside lazily cut onion (a couple pieces were still connected to their roots) and topped with half a cow. My girlfriend's steak still had a pulse and was flanked with enough mashed potatoes to feed an extended family of Irish immigrants (too soon?). Let's call it what it is, a mess, something rushed. And let's be honest, who can blame them? Go back 163 words and read that part on menu selection. How can anyone expect a chef to be prepared to make forty dishes from four different cuisines and have them flawlessly plated in less than thirty minutes? I could turn around and call this praise, a lesser chef would have seasoned the steak with his own frontal lobe. Let me stress again about how big and varied this menu was. I still haven't mentioned all the sections, there was also seafood, appetizers, house specialties, childrens, and seniors. Hell, it took us ten minutes to even decide what to eat. After all was said and done, I still took half my plate home.
A recent conversation about the history of restaurants in Prince George brought up memories of these unchanging artifacts of the city's past, the Carmel, Camelot Court, Connaught, a time where choice was limited between either these stalwarts or the many Chinese buffets scattered about town like brothels in Ancient Rome. I fondly reminisced of the days of Binos and McCloud 9. But these are memories best left in the past. No matter how well Bon Voyage dresses itself, the menu proves that underneath its new skin, it's still a dinosaur.
I have lamented family restaurants often, and why? Why do I have to? Why do they all have to disappoint? I know they all don't; I've read about better ones...but they're not here. Here, our family restaurants are depressing relics from a time where this town was defined by a singular industry, and if you didn't cater to people walking around with a bottle of Jake's hot sauce in their pocket, you were doomed to fail. A friend offered a metaphor that family restaurants are like Ikea furniture, a nice façade covering cheap wood pulp. I think that comparison is an insult. I'd buy Ikea.
Food: 2/5
Service: 3/5
Presentation: 3/5
Value: 3.5/5
Recommendation: 2.8/5
PS: By the way, I'm not a cocktail connoisseur, so I got a kick out of a drink called Holy Water--giving me temporary hope that Bon Voyage was a possible nearby refuge when vampires attack. read more