Mark G.
Yelp
This review is about the one item I unfortunately ordered and had to consume the one time I went on a scouting mission to RRCafe.
Other reviews I have read before and since rave about many things there, and I am sure there is truth to these raves, but since I don't see myself going back I'll never be able to confirm these thoughts. I feel burned and I'm not willing to risk it and get burned again.
About a month and a half ago (mid-late April or so, 2023) in my quest to try new-to-me, independent places in Napa, I set my sights on RRC for a lunch take out. After seeing their menu's pictures of the fish & chips, I braved the tricky parking situation and went in for that dish. I mean, fish & chips, who doesn't like that?
I may be imagining this moment, but when I stepped to the cash register area at the back of the very tightly packed dining room and ordered to go, it seems like I recall the waitress quickly flicking a gaze up at me. Was that a portent? A subtle "You sure you want that?" Was she just looking up? Who knows, but the way things played out I would not be shocked if it was a cloaked warning.
The fish & chips I received WERE NOT the golden, battered Icelandic cod, homemade flaky delights that the menu pictures (go see for yourself what I refer to, if you'd care to). Instead, these were akin to grocery store fishsticks on some growth hormone, and I'd be shocked if they were "made" there.
They had the tell-tale grainy coating that was more previously-applied bread crumb or panko...were they exactly like that out of the bag from a centralized food supplier? At any rate, a far cry from what was shown on the menu. They were not pleasant to eat, and while the fries and tartar sauce were okay, I guess, nothing was going to get me past the disappointment of the central item in the dish.
I wish I felt differently; I wish the food had lived up to how it was portrayed, and I wish my lone trip to RRC made me desire to go back regularly.