The Cabin is an endearing restaurant with a fantastic personality nestled in a breathtaking location I'm unlikely to ever visit again.
Wait--wait, I didn't say it was bad.
I see you out there taking finger to key in protest--John, I see you there. Sit down, Mark.
Et tu, Mom?
The Cabin is located past the half-way mark between two towns, a mandatory restaurant visit for one of them. Guess which one I'm from. After a modicum of research, there probably isn't a better location in Vanderhoof, but there are certainly better ones in Prince George, an issue impossible to ignore. I've driven thirty-minutes to find a restaurant in larger cities like Calgary and Toronto, and that same time would get you about...oh, four kilometers in Vancouver. I just returned from a wine tour in the Okanagan where the girlfriend and I crossed hither and thither between Osoyoos and Oliver, but when located near the mini-middling-metropolitan of Prince George, one must acknowledge better places within only a few minutes.
To head to The Cabin from my city involves driving west...well technically south because the highways in my town are shaped like a swastika (not kidding, you head north to go east, east to go south, and west to go north). Drive until you're certain you've gone too far, then get worried, and then turn off. Returning to my previously mentioned vacation, visiting The Cabin brought back memories of our wine tour--the considerable deviation from the highway, down dirt roads until opening into a stunning view, a building worth a picture in a magazine. Swap the rather inconvenient convenient store with a wine bar, and the illusion would be set. Hell, they even sport wine barrels as bathroom sinks in the restrooms.
These are all compliments. Fringe the water with vineyards and transplant the entire lot eight hours south, and The Cabin Winery would be a star attraction (or you could just wait twenty years, thank you climate change). Alas, The Cabin is located between two small towns in the north. The staff are delightful, that casual hospitality you receive from friends you don't remember. They truly love working where they work, and why not? There's a wharf thirty feet away where sea-planes can dock. The menu was a simple double-page with few options. All the wines save two are by the bottle. Our opening salvo was a pair of salads, a traditional Greek for the girlfriend, a strawberry, spinach, and candied pecan salad for me. I'll always find shredded feta on a Greek salad disappointing (cube it), but mine was astounding, one I resisted sharing with others.
There were five of us this day. So father/daughter ordered the rainbow trout (boneless with herbs, spices, lemons and served with rise and seasonal vegetables), both mothers had the pomegranate chicken (with caramelized onions served with rice and seasonal vegetables), leaving me to deviate from the pattern and order the fish and chips. The girlfriend was a little surprised finding her meal staring back, but praised the final dish, reserving one criticism for plain rice. I felt the pomegranate seeds were overly crunchy in a dish not requiring them, but the praised it. As for my fish and chips, I found the plate boring and lacked seasoning. However, I decided to let the consensus set the judgement; I asked for scores out of ten. I received a 9, 8, 8, 8, and mine at a 6. That's an average 7.8, or four stars out of five, high praise. Couple that with an amazing décor and friendly staff, and The Cabin is a worthwhile recommendation for those in the area, stressing "in the area".
There are far better places to eat in Prince George, and the wait time was considerable the evening we went. On another plus, the two desserts offered were both fantastic despite being simplistic. Despite having issues with the food, I ultimately liked The Cabin, and if it was closer, or if I was heading west for some bizarre insane reason, I would certainly stop for a bite.
Food: 4/5
Service: 4/5
Presentation: 5/5
Value: 3/5
Recommendation: 4/5 read more