It has taken me some time to actually write this review because I am still appalled and utterly dumbfounded by the lack of hospitality and the barbaric way we were treated.
On December 12th, 2025, my sister, my niece, and I made the unfortunate decision to have dinner around 8:45 pm.
I had seen multiple glowing reviews online, and their menu sounded like the perfect thing to eat.
You see, that night we had just arrived at our hotel after a 10-hour drive. We were all exhausted, and frankly, we didn't have the energy to get all dressed up just to go to dinner.
That and the fact that their website/Instagram didn't mention a dress code.
I had made a reservation about an hour beforehand, since it was a Friday, and, since we were starving, we didn't want to wait very long.
Once we arrived, the hostess was very kind. Took us to our table and told us our waiter would be there in a few minutes.
We sat there for 15 minutes, looking at the menu while waiting for him. Now, I personally didn't have a problem with it. Being a waiter is very stressful work, I imagine.
And once our waiter did arrive, he looked at us with such a face that I could only describe as disgust.
I don't know if it was because of how we were dressed, we were wearing coats, loose-fitted slacks, and loose-fitted sweatshirts.
He introduced himself with an uninterested tone and asked us if we would like water.
We said yes, with ice if possible. Before I asked about the restaurant's cocktail selection, I asked if he recommended any tropical drinks/something that wasn't very strong.
Our waiter, James. Sighed, already frustrated by my question before taking a menu from the table and flipping to the cocktail page, aggressively, I might add. And pointing to the ones that they had.
Once I decided on one, he didn't even ask for my id. Not even asking if I was 21 or older. (I had just turned 21 in October) He walked away so fast I swore the ground shook.
Another waiter brought our waters without ice.
Another twenty minutes passed before he came by with my cocktail and asked, "What would you like." Not a question, but a statement. Curt and crude.
His body language suggested that he was uninterested and couldn't care less about what we wanted.
The cocktail itself was alright, with cinnamon and a dried orange. Not my favorite or to my taste, but it's all they had.
My sister asked about their Patatas Bravas, asking about their portion and if they could do a bigger one (their menu had different prices for the same plate but a bigger portion)
James exhaled a heavy breath from his nose before scoffing, saying, "The price that's on the menu is one serving. There isn't a bigger option." Passive-aggressive and utterly rude.
I understand that sometimes you have a bad day at work- of all people, I understand that. I was willing to look past it because I understood.
But when a group of twenty-somethings was sitting at the table next to us, wearing dresses so short I swear they could've flashed my 16-year-old niece.
He approached them with a different attitude.
Within two minutes of them being seated, he arrived with a smile on his face, a tray of waters, with ice, I might add.
The table next to us had about a million more questions than my sister and I had.
Asking about plates and cocktails. And James was more than happy to answer.
And when one of the women asked about tropical, fruity drinks. He said that they had an off-the-menu cocktail.
Within five minutes, all the while we hadn't even ordered yet, he presented them with a cocktail full of fruit, which frankly looked delicious.
And once he had attended his other tables- all within earshot of us, mind you. He was kind, "How's your dinner?" Making casual conversation and complimenting fellow patrons. All with a sincere smile.
When we finally ordered, our food came out at lightning speed. I commented on the fast service, and James made a passive-aggressive comment under his breath.
"All so you can be on your way."
By this point, I was reeling in utter disappointment and sadness.
Never in my life had I been treated in such a way in a supposedly upscale restaurant.
You'd think it was some 5-star, culinary award-winning place.
It was in a shopping plaza next to a 24hour noodle place.
We left a very generous $20 tip. My sister suggested we should have left four dollars or even nothing at all. But we left $20.
The food was delicious, but the service and lack of hospitality ruined my experience. Not to mention, it was a rough start to our long weekend in Oklahoma.
On our way back to the hotel, we asked each other if it was some racist thing, seeing as we were speaking Spanish during our conversation. Maybe about the way we looked? What we wore?
As delicious as the food was, we won't be returning. read more