How I dealt with an overrated restaurant in Mammoth Lakes

While visiting Mammoth Lakes last summer, we made the mistake of visiting a so-called “celebrity chef” Italian restaurant in downtown Mammoth, housed in a lodge so stunning it looked like it had been airlifted straight from the Swiss Alps. The place was dripping with rustic charm—vaulted ceilings, crackling fireplaces, and oversized windows offering a view of the mountains that could bring a tear to your eye.

But all that ambiance couldn’t hide the fact that the food was an absolute trainwreck. The chef, once a big deal on some cooking show a decade ago, was now milking his fifteen minutes of fame for all they were worth. He strutted around the dining room like a peacock, soaking up the adoration of diners who clearly had no idea they were about to be served what could only be described as gourmet garbage.

We only had one good dish, the ratatouille pizza. Feeling a newfound sense of duty, I took it upon myself to warn other diners. I went from table to table, declaring that everything on the menu was a culinary disaster except the ratatouille pizzas. To my surprise, the customers were delighted with my advice, nodding in appreciation as they changed their orders. Meanwhile, my wife and daughters were absolutely mortified. They sat there pretending not to know me, faces buried in their napkins, probably wishing they could vanish into thin air.