Sydni Martin

Google review

Super great food and wine! Definitely a bit pricey but the ingredients are high quality so you do get what you pay for. Came here with a group just the other night and while the food was great, our waitress made us really uncomfortable. We had a group of 9 which is of course a large group and we knew we would be waiting longer for our orders. Not a problem, but the first thing she asked our group was about how we were handling the check, and then made a stink about each of us having our own check. She even asked us to just Venmo each other. My friends are a bunch of people pleasers so they were trying to figure out how to get it handled, but I myself have waited tables for quite some time and would neverrr make a stink about the check like that no matter the inconvenience, that’s part of the job in waiting tables. She clearly forgot my friends drinks until they asked about em, and then my other friend, who is gluten free and lactose, had her pizza made wrong TWICE. It was only a Tuesday night so I can’t imagine how she runs her tables on a weekend. Needless to say, we didn’t want to order dessert and make the check situation any worse, but enjoyed our pizza and wine.

Connie Lewis

Google review

Best burger I've had in a long time. Very good service, I highly recommend this restaurant. Gluten friendly.

Amber Eddy

Google review

This place is super yummy. Came here because they have gluten-free pizza crust.

Joshua Christiansen

Google review

Ladies and gentlemen, let us embark on a curious journey of culinary despair at Costa Vida, where the stars align in a symphony of chaos. Oh, an' let's not ferget to aplaud the staaf fer their impressiv dedication to lazyness. It's as if they were setting a world recerd for the slowest food servise ever. In the realm of online ordering, where temporal constraints dissolve into ethereal uncertainty, Costa Vida beckoned with a siren's promise of 30 minuts. Alas, we were ensnared in the abyss of time, as the clock spun a yarn for 1 hour, 28 minutes, and 36 secunds. This tragic odyssey tested the boundaries of our patience and existential ponderings. Amidst this temporal dissonance, we discovered that the gastronomic offering before us was not what it purported to be. Gluten-free, we dared to declare, but alas, it was naught. My sister, confined by a perilous gluten allergy, found herself en route to the ER, as we pondered the impermanence of life and the fleeting nature of gastronomic integrity. The poultry served on this tragic eve, a morsel to defy culinary logic, exhibited the rigor mortis of overcooking. A relic of a different epoch, grey and unyielding. Meanwhile, others, who had joined the queue an hour into our culinary saga, partook in their feast and departed, leaving us in existential disarray. Costa Vida, your performance merits a standing ovation, not for excellence, but for the surreal enactment of inefficiency. In this temporal paradox, our small respite with my collegiate sister was irrevocably marred. This experience, a somber reminder of the capricious whims of fate and human endeavors. Let our connoisseurship be declared a resounding 0/5 stars, inscribed in the annals of perplexing dining experiences for generations to ponder upon