I wasn’t even supposed to be in Prince George for more than a few hours — just passing through on my way up north to see friends in Fort St. James. But then my dog got sick in the car, and I had to stop overnight to make sure she was okay. While waiting on a vet appointment the next day, I figured I might as well grab something decent to eat. Problem was, I had no clue where to go. I didn’t want fast food again — I’d been living off drive-thrus all week. I walked around a bit and eventually found this super laid-back burger place tucked in a plaza. The guy at the counter asked how I liked my fries — not just regular or curly, but how crispy I wanted them. Never been asked that before! Food hit the spot, and now I kind of wish I’d planned to stay longer.
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It’s weird how quickly plans can shift. One detour, one unexpected stop, and suddenly you’re in a completely different place than you thought you'd be. Sometimes those unplanned moments leave the biggest impression.
I’ve had similar experiences in PG — it's one of those towns where you don’t expect a lot food-wise at first, but if you poke around, you start finding some real gems. I was there for work training for almost three weeks, and honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to eating out every day. But that changed pretty quick. One night a co-worker invited me out to this quiet Italian spot near the college. I wasn’t expecting much, but the pasta was homemade, and the garlic bread actually had garlic on it — like, fresh, roasted, not powder. It felt like someone’s nonna was cooking back there. After that, I started planning my evenings around food. Some days I’d just scroll around looking for anything I hadn’t tried yet. This site helped me a lot with that: Restaurants in Prince George, BC. It doesn’t push reviews in your face or make you sign up — just gives a clean list of what’s around. I found a small Caribbean place there that I never would’ve thought to try otherwise, and now I still crave their jerk chicken. My advice? Be open to anything that’s not a chain. The places that don’t stand out visually often make up for it in flavor. And people working there tend to care more — like, they’ll actually chat with you, make suggestions, and not just treat you like another ticket.