215 Southwest H K Dodgen Loop
Temple, TX 76502
Bell County
Phone: (254) 778-8688
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by angelina h. on MY COUSIN DR. HERNANDEZ the MURDER everyone keeps talking about that occurred on 1/9/2011 should encourage everyone not to go to this bar with the lack of security or may I say with the lack of SKILLS in the security system. my cousin "Joey" was the BEST personal in the world. he was going to be a doctor he wanted to help save lives and some [ C O W A R D ] took his life_ he would never hurt, anyone ;; he loved his mom, dad, && sisters so much, now they've lost their only son he was their "baby" the last born. if someone knows P L E A S E contact the police __ my aunt && uncle are never going to rest knowing my cousins MURDERER is out their - one of you could be next. he did not deserve to die so young. i pray that his MURDERER is brought to justice. to the MURDER if somehow you have a heart in you maybe it was an accident do you really want to be known && labeled as a MURDERER or you could turn yourself in && be forgiven, NO ONE is perfect! to the owner && security it would be the right thing to do on your own behalf to send my aunt && uncle your condolences -- my cousin did die on your clock....... R E A L PEOPLE HAVE EMPATHY!!! M O N S T E R S HAVE [[ NO ]] HEART!!! MY A N G E L S NAME IS... DR. JOEY HERNANDEZ «3 I L O V E Y O U S O M U C H ! x__ A.H
by Mina Hererra on As soon as I sat down, three different people came over, and welcomed me to the family (the "family" having something to do with some guy named Keven who owns this place, among other places.) Would my companion and I have some of the sweet tea? No, it was dinner and too late for me to have tea (plus I'm diabetic, okay?), so we asked for water. "Have you been here before? You are in for a treat!" said the server. Then the way, way, overly faux-ingratiating hostess lady came up and re-introduced us to the second guy who was "taking care of us" that evening, who had already introduced himself. She'll bring that sweet tea right over, she said, I guess doing a high- pressure upsell. "No," we had to make clear, again, that we did not want the sweet tea. I panicked and mentioned the diabetes. So, already, apologizing for not ordering food. Okay. This woman was a real personality plus. We were part of the family now, having sat down, and recieved the menus. After being called multiple pet names, she asked, "Have you been here before? You are in for a treat!" She told us about the specials, one of which was the chicken in a basket that she made clear was not on the menu, and some baked catfish. The server (second person to enter the scene) came back. I pointed to an option that said "Fried chicken with 2 sides, $13-16." I named my 2 sides and; he asked what size I wanted. Assuming the prices had to do with size, so I said "small." My companion ordered the baked catfish special. Then the hostess came over and asked what I wanted my fried chicken to be. She named a bunch of combinations very quickly and I wasn't sure what was going on, so i just said "The standard one," since I thought I'd already ordered a small, and she said, "Chicken in a basket," and left. I was not crazy about the atmosphere of this place. It was indeed very gleaming and clean (so clean that someone sprayed down the seats with some kind of cleaning solvent in front of us, which was, to say the least, unappetizing) and I know the contrast between the sleek, club-ish vibe and down-home food was intentional, but I didn't dig it. I don't like to eat fried chicken under a green lightbulb over a tiny, square white plate. And it was too dark to really read the menu, which brings me to... It turns out the chicken in the basket with the sides I'd ordered was $10 more total on the bill than the one I'd originally pointed to, because it was supposed to be coming with fries or something and included different pieces of meat. Also, my bf ended up with the fried catfish, not the special, but I don't know whose fault this was. I mentioned it to the hostess, that I was confused, and she was like, "Well, I'll take half the blame!" Then she went over to the original server, pointed to me, and said, "She didn't know what she was ordering!" Damn straight! Had I realized I was ordering a $24 meal, I would have returned it. I never said anything about replacing my side of fries! The pricing and menu was totally confusing, and none of the servers clarified things. (By the way, that half the blame comment certainly didn't mean she took anything off the price.) But what they did do was put on this huge show of how we were loved family members, beautiful, etc. The hostess went on and on about us getting a "friends and family" coupon, about how we should come to the Halloween thing they were throwing, and how the guy who said "Whasssssup!" in those commercials would be there (How many people did THAT draw in?) It was way uncomfortable. I understand soul food has a homemade appeal, and I'm all for it, and if the place was really run by some grandmotherly woman handing down her recipes I think I would appreciate some of the friendliness, if not the insanely high-pressure sales approach. I love restaurants where the cooks and waitresses treat you like family. It's great. The thing is, this felt like nothing but FAKE. There is no Aunt Tootsie. The place is slick, dark, and modern inside, with fancily-printed up menus and everything else, and its obviously run by some rich entreprenureal business guy, and they weren't trying to feed us, they were trying to sell stuff to us. As for the food, the fried chicken and sides were okay. I have had better and worse, but the quality was nothing special and not especially meaty. Totally not worth the price, but that never would have bothered me so much (despite the fact that I'm obviously a cheapskate) if I hadn't felt like I was being pressured to buy a timeshare during the entire meal. All in all, I would say ten to fifteen minutes of our meal was spent listening to this woman's pitch. So very unpleasant!
by Ed L. on I guess if for some reason you had to party it up in the Tenderloin, 181 would be the top choice. It's a decent looking place with lots of area and rooms. I like the hassle free, no cover if you're in line before 10:30 rule better than other clubs that make you stand in line until they can charge you. If you can ignore the bums, crackheads, smell of evaporated urine, and possibility of your car window being bashed in with a peace of mind, then this place ain't so bad for a night out.
