Morgan C.
Yelp
Absolutely not. This place sucks and this review is LONG, but it's true and worth the read. Where to begin...
My boyfriend planned a surprise date and I didn't know where we were going until we literally walked in the door to, none other than, The Cabin. First of all, the host or owner or whoever he was because no one seems to have designated roles at this place, was too busy chit chatting to seat us. So we stand there awkwardly in the very small entrance area and waited. Whatever. No big deal. We sit down and one guy brings us water. Another guy takes our drink order. A third guy asked for our orders. We're like, who the hell is our server? We went on to have another two different people help the table. 5 total. Seems like a nice thing to have so many people around, but read on.
So orders can't be separated into appetizers and entrees. Everything just comes out when it's ready. Again, no big deal. That's the policy at tons of restaurants. So we order our "appetizers" first and put in our entree order later. I'm sure you can then see how we got irritated that one of our two appetizers still hadn't shown up after we'd gotten our entrees (spoiler alert: we never ended up getting the app but it still was on our bill, naturally. THIS is the issue with not designating specific servers to specific tables). I ordered the bacon jam burger and when I say it was raw, I mean that beef was still a full cow mooing in the pasture. The patty was cold. COLD. The entire patty was blood red. Not rare, RAW. Y'all, I wish I took a picture of this burger because I've never seen such an atrocity. I called over a server and told him my burger was raw, only for him to stand there blankly and respond with "oh". I had to prompt him to act accordingly to the situation (????????) and take the order back and fix it. When it came back 15 minutes later, FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, it was the exact same burger plopped back on my plate, reheated. Couldn't even make up their mistake by making a fresh burger. Not to mention, my boyfriend's fried chicken was fried grease with hot honey to dip.
The atmosphere is ... The tables are on top of each other, so much so that one of our MANY servers had to ask if us and the table next to us were dining together. No, we're just packed in like sardines. At the end of our meal, when it was just us and one other table next to us left, the owner sat down with them and started chatting it up. Fine. Cute. Then came all the vulgarity and LOUD swear words and I'm no angel, but look around. You announced to them that you're the owner and then behave like an old chum when you have other customers? Rather distracting from the already mediocre at best experience.
OVERALL: If you're down to be served by a team that it feels like you're bothering them all night, raw ground beef on a bun, maximum disorganization, and a solid view of a meet and greet with the owner, all for an 8/10 butternut squash ravioli, The Cabin is the place for you! Otherwise, I'd like to remind you that New York is a big place with lots of options that accurately cook their food & are nice. Hope ya find them (we didn't)!