My first time here. I drive by this place a couple times a day and never stopped in. Glad I did. Date night with the misses and all. Was greeted by very friendly people and a great atmosphere. Food was great (fig jam, feta cheese, pruschito panini, with olives from Italy). Would I come here again? Without a doubt this could be a regular place to visit. Thanks Camp 4.
Review Source:Decided one day that I would rather play hooky from work and spend the day doing whatever I wanted. Camp 4 wine café seemed like a good place to start the wasted day.
Entering, I found there were no other customers inside. Two young, attractive looking blonde folks were cleaning. Asking if they were open and being told yes! and to come right in, I sat down in one of the fat, comfortable chairs that are able to spin '360s.
I was brought a glass of cold water inside of a Knorr jar. This intrigued me very much. I've stored homemade marinara sauce inside of those jars, but the thought of serving myself some fresh water from one had never occurred.
Ordering a hot turkey panino with a fantastic beer (Lost Coast: Great White--the lovely waitress recommended it), I sat all by myself in the near empty café, appreciating the enjoyable music selection playing and the road signs posted near my fat, plump seat. I literally had the place all to myself.
The food arrived. The sandwich wasn't really hot, but more warm. It appeared to have been pre-made, if not assembled already. The lukewarm feel made me think it had been popped into the microwave and re-heated. It was good; the lean turkey and porcine prosciutto were definitely a superb combination, and the fatty avocado adds a nice contrast to the pepper jack and spicy mustard condiments. There's a tomato in there, but can you have a sammy without a tomato? The grilled bread adds a tasty crunch to it all......the small spinach salad served with walnuts, feta cheese, cranberrys amidst a subtle vinaigrette was seriously tasty.
However, the real rave of the meal? The sea salted chocolate Panini, served with a serving of whip cream dusted with more chocolate and cinnamon. Had that heavenliness with the French press coffee that was literally brewed right in front of me. After chowing on all this goodness, the thought of becoming a very jolly, rotund and blubbery content fatso, the rest of my days, occurred to me, if I had daily access to more chocolate paninis  and freshly brewed French press coffee.
Eat here!