Van L.
Google
Have mercy, Jesus.
To any and all reading, know in advance that my single one experience this afternoon within the Bellevue, Washington's franchise of Fogo de Chao - at 4:30pm on 11/08/25 will BY FAR go down in history as being THE SINGLE WORST dining experience that I've EVER had in life -
Period!
Not in the mood for protein, despite this eatery's unlimited meat option, I phoned in advance to inquire on wait times as well as the price of the salad bar option, solely.
Given the Downtown Bellevue location, I secured my session my procuring a reservation online only to arrive to what appeared to have been mayhem and complete pandemonium.
While a line over the weekend is certainly to be expected, I fully question the purpose of acquiring a reservation when it's hardly going to be honored as I stood and waited some 15 addt'l mins. beyond my 4pm allocated dining time - just to be seated.
With food on the brain, I arrived solely, but left reservation notes to be seated within a secluded area only to be placed in what visibly appeared to have been the DIRECT CENTER of an open doorway met by a closed partition encompassing a loud party of no less than 50!
Think: Spirit Airlines!
Hardly seeking to delay my quest for sustenance, I, then, found myself waiting even longer for a single server just to flag down a nice young girl who placed my drink order whilst making me further aware that she'd be departing no sooner than the order was placed, yet she had absolutely NO CLUE who would be assisting me thereafter.
#Superrrr!
Sauntering directly to the salad bar, I noticed SEVERAL unattended children coughing and placing fingers into the dips and cheeses.
COVID-19, much?
I returned to my table just to view it being utilized by wait staff for additional unbussed plates, cutlery and the like, despite my having left my peacoat and keys there.
The revolving line of endless wait staff and patrons oscillating me via this door left any sentiments of an enjoyable meal null and 100% void, yet despite requesting to be relocated to some other table to some 3 SEPARATE servers; each of which completely disappearing into oblivion, I was driven to do as ANYONE would have by requesting to speak with a Manager.
* This ^ EVERYONE is when and where things took a complete turn for the worst!
Rather than hear my voice and remedy the issue by relocating me to one of the establishment's MANY empty tables, DANIELLE AMPARAN, the individual identifying herself to be this restaurant's Assistant Manager snootily printed my check while advising me without hesitation that if I didn't like my experience, that I was more than welcome to leave.
These, EVERYONE, are the days of our lives and this single experience largely describes why the Black Lives Matter Movement was founded and placed into fruition.
I, then, advised this poor excuse for a Mgr. that I had absolutely no problem whatsoever remitting payment should she discount my bill for each of the blatant oversights as well as overall inconvenience, and perhaps the quickest reply was her rebuttal as she shouted, "We don't do discounts and to-go boxes aren't offered here. We're a buffet, not a charity."
I urge those reading to take note that these types of microaggressions are experienced by minorities on all too frequent a basis.
Yet, Danielle saw it fit to save face for those waiting to enter - as we exited near the front of the establishment, by "throwing me out" and exerting, "Don't ever return to this place again since you can't afford to pay."
Uhm...
* Was the $110K vehicle that I valeted &/or my $2K in Burberry attire not enough to document my ability to remit payment of a middling $50.00 meal?
* Maybe my money just wasn't green enough.
* Perhaps my subpar experience would have differed had I been blonde and named Karen, rather than black and named Kent’ae.
In any event, might I humbly advocate a session of charm school with a brisk side of termination for this "assistant" in dire need of assistance?
It worked wonders for my Labradoodle.
Probability of future return: NEXT TO NONE-