Our story
The McCraes have set the table here for twenty-seven years.
In 1998, our family opened a small pub on the shoreline of the Coppermine with twelve seats, a single draught line, and a woodstove that never quite warmed the room. We didn't know it then, but we were building the dining room the town would call its own.
Today, the team has grown to thirty-eight people — four Red Seal chefs, a Cicerone-certified beer director, two pastry cooks, and a floor staff who remember your name by the third visit. The draught wall holds twenty-four lines and rotates quarterly. The hearth, installed in 2019, reaches four hundred and eighty degrees and turns a pizza in ninety seconds.
But the rules haven't changed. Source what we can from within a hundred and fifty kilometres. Pour what we'd drink at home. Treat every guest the way we'd treat a friend who'd driven up the lake road for dinner. Twenty-seven years on, the McCrae family still owns the pub, still walks the floor most nights, and still closes only on Christmas Day.
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