Las Fuentes Mexican Restaurant — Restaurant in Affton

Worst experience with a Mexican restaurant I have ever had. To start off, we had to go find someone to seat us after standing at the door for several minutes. We should have left then. The one server that was in the main dining area called the bartender to come out and take our order....which was strange since they are on opposite sides of the building, and she wasn't waitressing before we sat down. She took our drinks order and got that right, but it ended there. (We ordered water) The queso and salsa Verde we ordered came out before we had chips....which I have never had happened before. No big deal... Next our waitress takes our order of chicken fajita quesadilla with pineapple. I ask if beans come on the side. Waitress/bartender says they do...ok. The other person with me tells the waitress she wants the same thing but with extra cheese. That's the last time we see anyone until the food comes out. Meanwhile our drinks are empty, our chips are empty and our waitress is bartending. (Sunday afternoon and you have 1 server/manager and a bartender) So we finally get refills after they bring out our food. They bring out fajitas. Not fajita quesadillas. I immediately tell them it's the wrong order. The bartender states, no that's what you said because quesadillas don't come with beans on the side.....what??? I asked you if they came with it and you said yes!!! They ask if we want to send it back..... My thoughts are why wait another 20 minutes and them have to throw all this food in the trash. So we eat it. Mind you the pineapples were left off of one of the fajitas despite saying we want the same exact thing.... A few minutes later the manager/host/server comes over and asks if we are ok with it. We just said yeah it's fine. We get the check and they charge us for fajitas, not what we ordered. I ask the manager why they don't charge us for what we ordered, he claims he can't do anything about it. And when he asked if everything was fine earlier, apparently we meant we were fine getting overcharged for their overextended bartenders mistake. So I started explaining about how horrible the service was from beginning to end and he just says hold on and walks away. Comes back from the kitchen and says, I can remove the queso, but that's it. Disgruntled and annoyed we just said screw it and made a vow to never go back. Even though we enjoy the...

I write to you now with trembling fingers and a heart full of salsa. I have been to the mountaintop and found it crusted in queso. I have stared into the abyss, and the abyss shouted “Hot plate!” and handed me a chimichanga the size of a newborn goat. I am speaking, of course, of Las Fuentes in St. Louis—a restaurant so full of color, chaos, and cilantro that I briefly forgot my social security number.

Let us begin where all great stories start: with the chips. They arrive without warning, like an old flame or a tax audit. Crisp. Salted. Infinite. And the salsa—God help us, the salsa—redder than betrayal and twice as spicy. It dares you to go further, to chase the dragon of capsaicin euphoria. You dip. You sweat. You ascend.

Then the margaritas, oh sweet mother of patio regrets, they arrive like juggernauts in glasses the size of small birdbaths. Mango, strawberry, classic lime—tequila singing through your veins like a mariachi solo that never ends. By the second round, I was fluent in Spanish and proposing to a mural of Frida Kahlo.

And the food? Glorious. I ordered the enchiladas suizas, which arrived smothered in so much green sauce I considered getting a snorkel. My dining companion, who may or may not be real, got the fajitas, which sizzled so loudly the table next to us spontaneously burst into applause. Each bite was a triumph, a revolution, a deeply emotional experience involving melted cheese and meat seasoned with the secrets of the ancients.

The service? Attentive, speedy, and possibly telepathic. Our waiter brought extra napkins before I even knew I would weep. At one point I whispered, “What is life?” and he brought me another margarita.

By the end, I was full. Full of food. Full of joy. Full of the realization that if heaven has a happy hour, it surely looks like Las Fuentes on a Friday night.

I give it twelve sombreros out of a possible ten. Go now. Run. Bring friends. Bring hydration. Bring a willingness to question everything you thought you knew about...

Last visited this location in March before this pandemic got out of hand. And the location has changed for the worst since we last came. Food was cold, waitress was clueless about what drinks and foods were and weren't available. We are hispanic, so you can't fool us in terms of good tasting food which this wasn't. Rice was salty, meat was cold. Each food item/combo raised in price $1-$3. Combos that usually brought rice and beans, are now sold separately. Be warned, menus are no longer being served here. You either need esp, or a qr code scanner on your device. Even after visiting their website or scanning said code, the prices are not accurate at all! Everything shown is wrong by $1-$3 as I've stated before. With everything going on, you would think businesses would try better to keep your bussiness. In short, go elsewhere, its not worth it. If you're gonna charge more, provide more on the plate, and this pandemic is not an excuse to provide cold food. The only positive, is the air conditioner is cranked so low, you'll feel like its winter. If you dont catch the virus, you'll get the flu while waiting for the food. We also had to keep reminding our waitress, wheres our drinks, wheres are food, so did you find out if xyz was available? A total mess...