Antony R.
Google
Let me start by saying I truly wanted to love Better Than Sex as a former bubba of the Conch Republic. The concept is fun, the staff was genuinely attentive, gave great recommendations, and the food is creative. Unfortunately, that's where the compliments end, as the substance failed to live up to the style.
We ordered the Man Flower, Missionary Crisp, and Apple of My Eye. While they looked fantastic on the plate, each one was a letdown. The flavors across the board were either watered down, completely unbalanced, or just bland and unappetizing. The drinks suffered a similar fate, tasting more like bootleg refreshments than the crafted, premium cocktails you'd expect at a place with this price point and theme.
The most jarring part of the ambiance, however, was the decor choice that I just can't unsee. The privacy curtains around the booths were being held up by the most plain, unmistakable hardware store PVC piping. It shattered any illusion of a romantic, intimate setting and felt more like a rushed, cheap fix.
In the end, the name of the restaurant created a high bar that the experience couldn't possibly clear. If your idea of a perfect date night involves creatively presented but bland desserts, weak drinks, and a touch of Home Depot chic, then this might be your spot. For us, it was a forgettable experience that was, frankly, anything but what's advertised.