The Springs Restaurant at Sol Duc Hot Springs — Restaurant in Port Angeles

I was pleasantly surprised by this restaurant! I had an idea of what to expect based on other national park restaurants and this exceeded my expectations in nearly every aspect.

Granted, when I first arrived for dinner it took quite awhile to be seated despite the restaurant not being very busy. That being said, once seated everything got much better. From most seats you can see the hot spring pools and there's a small outdoor seating area.

The food was superb. There was a jerk chicken wings special that evening which I opted to try alongside a house salad. The clam chowder was delicious (full of clams) and the beyond burger was super tasty. While I didn't have it, the fish & chips looked incredible. Not small little pieces but one long fillet!

The meal was so good we went back for breakfast the next day. The breakfast wasn't quite as good and I didn't feel the value was there but they did allow us to order the smaller kids breakfast (which was still a lot of food.) The bacon and sausage were both extremely high quality.

While many will opt to cook at their cabin or campsite I can't recommend a meal here enough. Great service...

Food was less than mediocre. The waitress was awful at time management and consolidating her steps even with just a few tables. She had a hard time remembering orders and I had to ask her a few times for things - I would probably write stuff down if I was her. We waited almost 10 min to be seated and there were tables open everywhere and it wasn’t very busy. Waited forever to order and then the food was brought out with pepper on the eggs which my 5 yr old didn’t like so I asked for another egg with nothing on it. The egg was never brought and instead of not charging us less they asked if they could pack it up for us to go. Over all probably the worst dining out experience and definitely not worth what they’re charging. I realize it’s the only place restaurant in the area but hopefully they’ll hire better...

We arrived for breakfast and were greeted by a young man whose backwards baseball cap might as well have been a billboard reading, “I don’t care, and I’m not pretending to.” Without a word, he handed us dinner menus. When we brought them back, he swapped them out with the same enthusiasm you’d expect from someone clearing junk mail—tossed carelessly back into the pile, with zero interest in sorting the mess he was perpetuating.

Our waitress was doing her best in a clearly understaffed kitchen, but that couldn’t salvage the timing: fruit, bacon, and French toast came first; my eggs lagged behind by ten full minutes—well after I’d finished everything else.

The food was forgettable, the coffee lukewarm, and the prices much too proud of themselves. Not a place...