Peter W.
Google
After a heroic day of skiing (read: surviving), the elite culinary task force of myself, my wife Linda, and our distinguished panel of highly opinionated food critics — Steve, Norma, David, Emily, Walt, Wild Bill, and Merilie — descended upon Cafe Adirondack in search of three mythical things: great food, reasonable prices, and service that doesn’t make you feel like you just ruined someone’s night. Shockingly… they delivered.
Apparently, they cook actual food there — like homemade, from-scratch food — not “expertly reheated by Mike the Microwave.” I had the vegetable dumplings and they were exceptional, paired with a homemade sweet chili sauce that had the perfect balance of heat and sweetness. No packets. No squeeze bottles from aisle seven. The real deal.
The seafood special? Straight from the ocean — crab cake, cod, scallops, shrimp — and it tasted like it had just left the dock and headed directly to our table. Perfectly prepared, fresh, and generous. In a ski town. Let that sink in. Every single one of us left completely satisfied, which for a hungry ski crew is rarer than untouched corduroy at 2 p.m. They even worked with us on the bill without requiring a finance committee meeting.
And because apparently we have zero self-control after burning 400 calories all day, we went all in on dessert. I had the caramelized bread pudding with intensely flavorful whipped cream — the kind that makes you close your eyes and question why you ever order anything else. Linda chose the key lime pie, bright and perfectly balanced, and “just one bite” turned into me negotiating for a second fork.
The staff couldn’t have been nicer, more accommodating, or more patient with our post-ski enthusiasm. Linda and I are already planning our return to properly explore the rest of the menu. Cafe Adirondack is officially locked in as a mandatory stop on our next trip — because when you find a place this good, you don’t whisper about it… you broadcast it.