Well, the service is haphazard, (water forgotten, silverware forgotten), and the fries almost black, but the halibut was good, and the venue reminded me of any number of little eateries in historic repurposed buildings in gorgeous places, like the Mornington Peninsula outside Melbourne, any place in the Barossa Valley of South Australia, Margaret River in WA or little places in the foothills of Mt Warning in the Tweed River Valley on the Queensland/NSW border. It's the Dave Matthews on the Sirius coffee house audio mix, the sunny day, the beautiful mountain road edged with summer flowers, and saner traffic once I got off the Seward Autobahn. What's missing is wine (they only do beer), the long blacks and flat whites, and people who can say "no worries" without a hint of self consciousness.
I see they're hiring a short order cook, with accommodation available. Hmm. If I wasn't as rational as I am, I'd give it a go, turning this cafe, blessed with its spectacular location, and access to Alaskan fisheries and a stone's throw (in local terms) from Anchorage, into a Trip Advisor's top 100, doing it with the style of an Aussie expert in atmospheric eateries. Ah my own version of gold fever...
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