Cafe Genevieve

Walking into a historic log cabin in the heart of Jackson Hole, you half-expect the wine list to surprise you. It doesn't. What you get is a tight 60-label book that leans hard on familiar California names and crowd-pleasing imports — safe choices for a room full of tourists who came for the fried chicken, not the Burgundy.

The list is California-forward with Napa and Sonoma doing the heavy lifting, plus a few New Zealand ringers like Kim Crawford to round out the whites. There's no real depth here — no old-world exploration, no small producers, no sense that anyone agonized over these choices. Cakebread and Coppola are reliable crowd draws, but at a restaurant with this much character and a menu this interesting, the wine list feels like it was assembled on autopilot. Sixty labels sounds respectable until you realize most of them are names you've seen at every mid-range steakhouse from here to Houston.

Eight by-the-glass options at $11–$18 gets the job done without any excitement. You're likely looking at the usual suspects — a Chardonnay, a Sauv Blanc, a Merlot, and a Cab — nothing that's going to make you put down your fork and take notes. Rotation appears nonexistent; this list has the energy of something that hasn't changed since the log cabin was built.