Hoppy Bird Restaurant & Bar

Katie Mara a month ago

Me and some girls came to Hoppy Bird on a Wednesday night. It was busy and we had amazing service. Our favorite dish was the Tachoes. We returned the following evening to find the menu had changed and the Tachoes had been removed. We asked the server about them. She reached out to the most amazing manager and he was able to make the Tachoes for our table. They were just as good as we remembered. RIP Tachoes.

Ranarda Jones 2 months ago

This place is really cute. The food was delicious. First time I've had a cheesecake on ciabatta bread but it was delicious. The sweet potato fried were phenomenal! Damien was great, he greeted me and others soon as we opened the door. Great customer service, atmosphere, and food. Highly recommend!

tarek hamami 5 months ago

This is a 2.5 if I’m honest. But i will round up to 3: Let me establish credibility before you judge me: former fat kid, current semi fat philosopher/menace. Part time athlete, full time degenerate with a passport and frequent flyer miles. I enjoy a drink, but I enjoy good food more. My liver has seen things, but nothing worth an intervention. I’ve eaten, drank, and emotionally unraveled across multiple continents and most U.S. states including bathrooms that should not legally exist. I know when something is off. I wandered into Hoppy Bird during a snowstorm while temporarily homeless (house had no power, no heat, vibes were BAD). I was staying in a downtown hotel, wearing defeat, just looking to anesthetize my soul with fried chicken and alcohol. The place is microscopic. Like dollhouse small. You can see the entire restaurant, the kitchen, the staff’s thoughts, and at least three unresolved childhood traumas. Despite this, there were SIX staff members on duty. Six. For what? A flash mob? I sit at the bar. ID? I will not incriminate anyone, i will plead the fifth. I order a Manhattan and then a beer. Normal human behavior. An eternity passes. Suddenly BAM! A server teleports into my aura asking my name and if I “have a tab.” Ma’am, you spoke to me ONCE an hour ago and then vanished like a ghost with student loans. I give her my card. I am halfway through my drink. HALF. She SNATCHES the glass like it owes her money and asks if I want another one. I wasn’t done. I hadn’t said goodbye. We were still getting to know each other. I stand up briefly to stretch my legs and go to the bathroom, IMMEDIATELY she goes, “Wanna check out?” WHO. SENT. YOU. There is a blizzard outside. I have no electricity at home. I am paying for a hotel. I am actively paying YOU. Please stop trying to evict me emotionally. I was born in Asia, she might have been asian. Like can we be cool!? Other staff though? Sweethearts. Two Arab looking guys, a blonde woman, a blonde dude. All normal. All calm. All seemingly just as confused as I was. Now the chaos part: I’m convinced every single employee started their FIRST EVER restaurant shift at the exact same time. Food orders were being shouted into the void like bingo numbers. Someone would yell an item and everyone would just stare around to see who blinked first. I was asked THREE TIMES if I ordered THREE DIFFERENT THINGS. At one point I thought I might be the problem. I started gaslighting myself. I genuinely want SNL to write a skit about this, was too entertaining!! Food? Meh. Fine. Hattie B’s would eat this place alive and not even burp. The wedge fries are unhinged in a good way though. Those slapped. Credit where it’s due. Would I return? No. Did I survive? Barely. Did I witness restaurant anarchy during a snowstorm while spiritually vulnerable? Absolutely

benny rj 3 months ago

Richelle brought the atmosphere! Even when she was insanely busy she looked after our high maintenance big jet captain friend who is a challenging customer at the best of times. Thanks for being amazing!

Joe Minuti a month ago

I had the jerk chicken wings. I added Nashville hot sauce and tried the blue cheese dip. All good topped by great service from Beshoy! Thank you!