Chrystal G.
Yelp
The Ritual is gorgeous--like, "am I in Charleston or did I just teleport to Tulum?" gorgeous. From the moment we stepped off the elevator, I felt like I needed a flowy white dress and a mocktail in a coconut. We originally sat out on the rooftop (because, of course, rooftop = cute pics), but then the wind decided to start auditioning for a hurricane. Thankfully, the staff was super sweet and moved us inside right away--warmth and kindness restored.
Now, about the food... this is where things got complicated. We wanted to be obsessed. We tried to be obsessed. But alas, my taste buds were not sending love letters that night.
We started with:
Tulum Bravas - only one of us liked them (and spoiler: it wasn't me).
Crispy Brussels - as a self-proclaimed Brussels girlie, this one hurt. All I could taste was lemon--like, a lot of lemon. Insert sad face.
Chicken Tinga Empanadas - finally, some redemption! These were quite tasty and definitely the table's favorite.
For mains:
One twin had the Tulum Caesar Salad (was actually pretty tasty), the other had Mojo Chicken Tacos (were totally lacking), my oldest (aka best oldest daughter ever--she treated us for a four-birthday celebration because all our birthdays are weeks apart ) got The Ritual Burger came out pink and flavorless (she asked for well done ), and I ordered the Seared Tuna Sandwich... which sadly came with tuna that forgot to RSVP to the seasoning party.
The presentation? Stunning. The flavors? Hit or miss. But even though the food didn't win us over, the vibes, decor, and service absolutely did. We laughed a ton, looked adorable doing it, and ended the night with the sweetest surprise--our waitress had told the kitchen we were celebrating, so they brought out a slice of chocolate peanut butter cake and four churros, with candles. We blew them out together, giggling and grateful.
So, would we go back? Maybe--for the atmosphere, the cocktails, and that Tulum aesthetic. But next time, I'll hope the flavor gods are in a better mood.