Emma G.
Yelp
***4 1/2 stars***
This was almost the complete package; the environment was great (especially considering the weather), the food was delicious and the service was top-notch. My crew and I have been to our share of wineries together, and we agreed this was the best we've been to so far. The only problem? The wine wasn't that great, which, given that this is a winery, is a bit of an issue.
Willow Creek was the first official stop on our debauchery tour this past Saturday. We went our own way on a lot of places this weekend, but we got at least two recommendations from other people for Willow Creek, and they bore out. The main structure was a giant barn-like building with ample room/seating, with a bar discreetly set up in the back (none of us actually went over there, but I'm assuming it was a wine-only bar; our Uber driver told us there was a "normal" bar in the accompanying building, but if I'm wrong about that, you know whom to blame). We'd responsibly made reservations right when Willow Creek opened, and were led to a few couches in the corner. Love the couches. Every winery should have couches. They filled up quickly, so I'd recommend you do what we did so you can feel like you're at a bougie ski lodge sinking into leather upholstery whilst drinking wine. That is the dream. Our reservation was for 90 minutes; I think we stayed a bit longer and frankly given how the rest of our excursions went, we should have just figured out a discrete way to not move until the winery closed. Our waitress definitely stopped by a bit more toward the end but none of us felt "pushed out" or anything.
A huge reason Willow Creek was at the top of our list was because of the food options; sadly, we've found through experience that food is NOT a given at a winery (nor is water beyond a bathroom sink - insanity. How do those places not get shut down by the health department?) so we zeroed in on that menu just as quickly as the wine one. We ordered a few apps and entrees to share, all of which I'd get again with or without wine. My portion of the pulled pork sandwich was scrumptious; perfectly moist and tangy. I also was really into the crab dip (though I was by far the most enthusiastic at the table about that one). I thought it deserved a better dipping implement than tortilla chips; my go to is usually sourdough slices, but that's a classic nitpick on my part. The Wilde Cocke Combo Board was also procured; the star of that for me was the inclusion of olive oil. I think that's the first time I've actually seen it on a charcuterie board, but I am here for it, to the point where I requested extra bread so we could give it a proper sendoff. I don't recall every cheese we selected beyond the drunken goat (which I think we both know I picked for the name and nothing else), but I had no complaints with any of them, nor the meats provided. But this is an instance where I'm probably not sophisticated enough to appreciate the winery - they got me the minute they brought me bread and olive oil.
I believe everyone but me got a flight of some kind. Given that we didn't pre-game with a tasting, an argument could be made for or against it, but I figured it wasn't worth close to $30 to experiment with a couple of wines when I know generally speaking what my palate is into. So for $11, I went with a cup of pinot gris to start. It was fine; one of the reasons I tend to like pinot gris (besides the fact that I'm an unapologetic member of Team White) is that it's smoother, and that was the case here. Unfortunately it just didn't have a lot of taste for me, and to be fair, that was true for literally every wine we tried this weekend - I think this is a more general indictment on Cape May's soil than anything specific with Willow Creek. You know what rocked hard though? The Red Sangria. THAT was delicious. Someone got that as part of their flight, and it was warmly received by everyone across the board. I ended up accidentally having two of those after I consumed the mediocre Pinot Gris. If it hadn't had a menu disclaimer (and good on them for having that) indicating it was only good for five days, I would have picked up a few bottles of that. Alas. It has the shelf life of a pile of Thin Mint boxes in my freezer. Similarly, one of our chums did a little research beforehand and wisely ordered the Dole Whip Sangria Float, which was fantastic and universally beloved by our party.
We'd all come back in a heartbeat, which is really saying something given the overall tepid response to the actual wine. If I were them, I might remarket myself as a sangria-centric establishment - the soil is the soil, so you might as well emphasize the positive.