Angeles Crest Cafe

So you forgot your Lunch and your at Mtn High boarding for the day. Welcome to your own little food hell! Yes I called it hell and meant it! This place is not a place I would eat from again. I may wish it on my worst frenemies though *MUHAHAHAHAHA*
Ok lets be brutally honest. This place is located in the main lodge of a skiing resort. I anticipate that the food will taste like cardboard at best. However do they have to charge a price of my firstborn and an arm for a breadbowl of chili or a small slice of nappy pizza?
Pro Tip: Tailgate at your car with your own grub. Snacks are also a much better option
So once you have your plate or bowl of gruel, the next step is to try and find a spot to consume it. Hahaha If it’s a busy day Faghettaboudit! But seriously unless you are tag teaming the seating area with someone else getting grub through the line, you are up a creek without a paddle… and that is putting it lightly and politely.
In the end, I just suggest you don’t eat here =)

Food: 2 – 3
Service: 2 – 3
Convenience: 4
Value: 2 – 3
Bottom line: Unless you have one of those back country food packs that self heat you’d be hard pressed to find a hot meal any closer than either of the decks at Mt High. Eat here if you have to have a hot cafeteria-​type meal and dont mind the sometimes less than helpful food service peeps behind the counter. Otherwise schlep your own food up the mountain. I eat here half the time i come up.
Food: Generally my feeling is that food in places where they are the only game in town is usually sub-​standard. But here there is pretty decent food considering the above average, though not unexpected, pricing. Selection is pretty standard for a cafeteria-​type set-​up.
Service: Normally ok. But this last week I was reminded how hard it is to find good help these days. I needed to fuel up for another session of snow fun and came in for some fries or something else fried. Normally the little self-​serve warmer stand has what i need. There was only a tray of jalapeño poppers and some burritos. My fault but apparently 3 of the girls standing behind the counters weren’t really there for anything other than talking to each other and laughing. I asked one of them for some french fries. A «They’re down there» and a finger pointing in the direction i just came from was what i got in between the mutterings between them. I let them know that there were only Jalapeño Poppers. She then «corrected me» and again proceeded to tell me they were down there and that they were next to the macaroni bites. In my secluded and sheltered world I have been, on occasion, exposed to the wonders of fried foods. If, at the very worst, I’m a complete idiot and cant distinguish between the different fried delicacies then take 5 seconds out of your precious time and show me. Instead I decide I’ll go back there and see if someone put some fresh food out. Nope. I go back and have essentially the same exchange and she begrudgingly walks over and begins to point out just how blind i am. But apparently they are using invisible oil that day… Anyway youre picking up what i’m laying down. She went in the back and got my fries without even looking in my direction. or missing a beat in her conversation…
Convenience: Take your prized board/​skis to the free check-​in booth and in 30 seconds you could be picking out something that would negate all the calories you burned fighting gravity on the slopes. Can’t get much better than this? Unless, cute girls (and cute guys if you’re so inclined) on snowboards took your orders and brought the food to you.
Value: Considering you don’t have to go far to refuel the convenience partially offsets the higher than average costs for cafeteria-​type fare. But not by much.
The thing is i would gladly pay more for higher quality food. Now if i could only get someone to open a «Whoa Nellie Deli» down the street like the one in Lee Vining then Mt High would be like a mini-​mini June or Mammoth. — «Did my wife just eat an Herb Crusted Grilled Pork Tenderloin in a gas station???»