I had this yesterday. The service was amazing. The food amazing. The only bad part I was half…read moresleepy. What has happened? Only thing bad was like I said all I was half away.

It's alright the food was really good and I got it fast but the lady was kinda mean and got…read morefrustrated when I asked for my fried pickles

excellent location. they care. it shows. They were friendly. They encouraged me to customize my…read morepizza. I like sweet and spicy food.

Got the Chicken Parm Papa Bites delivered for a late night snack last night. The gentleman who…read moredelivered them was so polite and friendly that my wife tipped him extra in cash. The combination of flavors was perfect as always. The garlic Parmesan sauce on the outside always excites my pallet, then when I bite through the crisp yet soft bread casing, the grilled chicken, marinara, parmesan, and romano in the center blend together in a way that brightens my senses anew each time! I'm so glad that I can order from them almost any time. They're open really late for Siloam!

I'm new to Siloam and my server Corey was super nice to tell me all the best restaurants to eat at…read moreand was very welcoming and told me whether the chicken was processed or not just a good server overall would definitely give him a raise

An Open Letter to Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen, a Cautionary Tale, and Possibly a Cry for Help…read more I have eaten gas station sushi. I have ordered food from a truck with a health code score written in crayon. I once ate a hot dog at an airport. None of that prepared me for today. It started simply enough. I ordered a 16-piece all-white meat meal at Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen. Knowing this particular location operates on roughly the same timeline as continental drift, I gave them over an hour head start. An hour. Sixty minutes. Enough time to watch an entire episode of Kitchen Nightmares -- which, in retrospect, was foreshadowing. The Discovery Halfway home, I opened the box for a little pre-arrival chicken skin appetizer, as one does, and stopped cold. Reader, I was robbed. Not of my wallet -- of my will to live. Instead of all-white meat, I received what can only be described as a box of fossilized thighs that had clearly survived the Cretaceous period. These pieces were so small, so shriveled, so aggressively dried out that they looked like paper footballs from a middle school cafeteria that had also caught fire. These were not thighs. These were chicken jerky. Antiques. Museum pieces. I'm fairly certain one of them had a growth ring you could count. The Return So naturally, I went back. The lone employee on duty introduced herself as the General Manager. Promising. A person of authority. A problem-solver. Finally, someone who-- She grabbed the chicken and slammed it directly into the trash. And honestly? Based. Correct. We were aligned. This was going great. Then she pivoted. She immediately launched into what I can only describe as a full-volume spiritual crisis -- yelling, gesturing wildly, operating at a frequency previously only heard by dogs. I, a simple man who had merely pointed out that his $53 chicken looked like it had gone through a car wash and then a convection oven, was now apparently the villain in her personal biopic. I may have, calmly, observed that I was shocked a manager would serve food at that level of geological age. I consider this a reasonable statement. The Escalation Nobody Asked For She raised her phone. Like a weapon. Then she informed me -- at full volume, in front of God and the drive-through speaker -- that she was calling the police. On me. For asking about chicken. I told her, with great composure and only mild New Orleans energy, that she was absolutely welcome to do that, and I would happily wait right here while she also processed my $53 refund. The refund was denied. Enthusiastically. Almost with pride. At this point, I asked what exactly she thought she was running here, because from where I was standing, it bore very little resemblance to a restaurant. I may have also implied the operation had, structurally speaking, lost the entire plot. I then asked myself: What would John Wayne do? Answer: not get arrested over gas station poultry. So I executed a tactically graceful retreat while she continued threatening law enforcement intervention as though I had committed actual crimes and not simply expressed opinions about the moisture content of chicken. Final Scorecard: Ordered food Received archaeological specimens Denied refund Police threatened over poultry Watched chicken correctly disposed of (small win) Got screamed at by someone who woke up today and chose chaos Left $53 lighter Left significantly less fed Great story though The Part That Actually Stings I've been eating Popeyes for decades. New Orleans is home. I know the culture that made this brand what it is. There has always been attitude -- that's part of the charm. That's the whole deal. But attitude used to come with biscuits and competence. This was attitude wrapped in a liability waiver. P.S. -- To Edwin P. and the Corporate Response Team: I see you, Edwin. I see that copy-pasted "we're sorry to hear this" response you're about to post. Put it back. If you genuinely had a mechanism to fix this, someone with an actual pulse and authority would be reachable. But the fact that someone like that is managing one of your stores tells me everything I need to know about the revolving door currently passing for corporate oversight. You have a paying job a reasonably motivated spider monkey could perform. Cheers to you. Genuinely.

Very fast and very friendly and cost was perfect got a half pepperoni and Half cheese sticks was…read morevery good and didn't take long to fix it Was waited on in a very timely manner as well.

Stopped in little caesars in siloam springs today the lady at the counter was nice when I placed my…read moreorder 1 cheese pizza I waited 40 minutes patiently I then asked about my order the same lady got stupid rude when I told her to give me my money back I would go somewhere else we will not be back until they change management I'm positive she was the manager because she is the one who had to do the return

The Try-It-All Combo was quite delicious; my mouth is watering just thinking about it! I love…read moreFried Okra; here it was just okay, and I'd order something else in a do-over. My wife enjoyed her Blackened Cajun Combo. This is a really nice restaurant that looks like it just opened. Give it try!

Just first impression without having food in front of me for over 20 min…read more Register...don't put my cup face down. Germs are all over your counter and I'm putting that cup to my mouth. And damn, no fried okra!? Beverage/condiment/ silverware....no forks, and only spoons. Table...cleaned off but definitely not wiped down from gresy and elbows or food. Food just arrived, hot: ordered three piece catfish, glad they gave me 5 cause these little fried catfish strips or it would've set me off! Great catfish tho! Now I'll shut up and eat but should've had at least one more person on the floor. The food was great coming out of the kitchen but obviously the two poor workers on the floor got their hineys kicked before I arrived so I edited my post and tipped both of them because they earned it.

The bucket of chicken looked like a big pile of slop. A bunch of half cooked chicken…read moredisintegrating into one pot of slop. Absolutely disgusting. How about cooking the fucking chicken so it doesn't turn into slop.

The staff was super nice. The food took a little while. Couldn't order just Chicken strips…read morewithout making it a meal with side and drink. Was told by the staff taking my order. Seemed kinda odd really. The bathrooms... Well they were worse than a porta potty at a concert if you get my drift. Out of order on the men's toilet... Urinal had a green layer on it - needed a deep scrubbing. Soap was out .. kinda has me wondering if the worker that left the restroom was the last to get soap or not ‍ We should have hard passed this one and went up the street to another place with similar offering. Noted for next trip to the area. Respectfully, Bryan Oklahoma City

Service is hit and miss but but the food is always good as are the mixed drinks. Will go back again.read more

Average Mexican food. I had taco salad and it was ok but meat needs more flavor. Husband had a…read moreplatter with cheese, chicken and beef enchiladas. No rice. Dabble of beans on chips

This is the 2 time this has happened they didn't get my order right and I said 2 of sauces got…read more1tired of getting my orders wrong and you all fighting me on the phone I will not oder any thing for birthday anymore and will let people know

I called at 11am on a Friday (August 1st, 2025) to order 53 pizzas for pickup at 5pm that same day…read morefor a church youth event. This Domino's delivered amazingly well. They even gave me several extra pizzas for free. The pizzas were all ready when I got there, and they had several workers ready to help load all of these pizzas into my vehicle. I was very impressed with their service.

What a gem!! Very…read moreeclectic, very old building! Very friendly staff! The best part is the FOOD!!! OMG!! The standout so far is the green goddess grilled cheese with tomato soup! WOW!!! The grilled cheese is perfect! Crispy on the outside, gooey cheeses inside. I'm usually a purist and just want a little mayo, maybe a pickle on the side. But the add avocado and pesto! Spectacular!! The soup is so thick and rich!! Dang, your spoon almost stands on its own! So delicious! Gotta be house made coz I've never had tomato soup this good outside of homemade!! It tastes like it's made like MY way! With roasted tomatoes and fresh herbs! Oh and they have a great outdoor patio area too! Plenty of parking around. Stellar experience! Can't wait to go back!

I come here everyone I'm in town. Love this place. It's an airbnb too, so gud breakfast, great…read moreburgers, the Reuben is excellent also. Stephanie was a great bartender tonight. Awesome as always.