ViewHouse — Restaurant in Centennial

Let me tell you something about the ViewHouse.

It is not a restaurant. It is not a bar. It is not a patio, a rooftop, or a sports-viewing complex masquerading as modernity. No. It is an ecosystem—a biodome of beer, bravado, and bourbon, designed to test the tensile strength of human indulgence.

Let’s begin with the Jumbo Buffalo Wings, which arrived like a challenge. Coated in a buffalo romesco sauce that flirted with violence, they clung to the bone with the desperation of a second date that’s going too well. The accompanying celery and carrots—innocent bystanders—were merely there to witness the carnage. And the bleu cheese? A cooling agent from another realm. Viscous. Decadent. Slightly resentful.

Then came the Nashville Hot Chicken & Waffles. A dish born of southern defiance and midwestern optimism. The chicken—Red Bird, they say, though no bird I’ve met in the wild is this delightfully punitive—was crisped to oblivion and slathered in spice that whispered, “You’re not getting out of this sober.” The cornmeal waffle was sturdy. Masculine. A foundation. The strawberry jalapeño glaze? It smiled at me with fruit-forward friendliness before unleashing a sharp, erratic sweetness—like kissing a poet with a criminal record. As for the bourbon maple syrup: it didn’t ask for permission, only forgiveness.

Ah, dessert—a word that, at ViewHouse, is less about satisfaction and more about surrender. The Bread Pudding arrived like a cathedral made of sugar and sin. Twice-baked custard, because once is never enough. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Apple caramel that wept for your arteries. Candied pecans like little fists of joy. And yes, ice cream—melting, as if embarrassed by how good it all was.

To drink?

The Que Pasa Lager was unassuming. A nod. A handshake. The kind of beer that doesn’t speak unless spoken to. The Peach Buzz Blonde Ale had the audacity to flirt—effervescent, golden, with a peach note that winked and vanished. And finally, the ViewHouse Old Fashioned. Woodford Reserve, simple syrup, orange bitters. No fanfare. No gimmick. Just a gentleman's agreement between bourbon and time. I paired it with my bread pudding the way one might pair a requiem with a sunset.

And then… there was Emerson.

Attentive, yes. But more than that: aware. She anticipated needs before they were spoken. She didn’t serve; she curated. A diplomat navigating the fragile psyche of diners oscillating between gluttony and grace. Her timing? Impeccable. Her demeanor? That of a woman who knows she is holding the ship together while others play shuffleboard on the deck.

In conclusion: ViewHouse is not for the faint of heart, nor the pure of liver. It is an opera composed in buffalo sauce and finished in bourbon. You go not to eat, but to confront something within yourself. Something hot. Something glazed. Something Emerson understands… even if you...

This is truly heartbreaking to write as I have so many positive things to say about the bartenders and servers, and not so many great things about management. I have been in the business for many years and to say that several of the managers, woman with glasses with long black hair, and an older gentleman with white hair (may be GM), are very unprofessional. Arguing in front of their staff, let alone customers, goes to show how they treat their employees. I personally have been coming here frequently throughout the past few weeks and they are just horrible to each other as well as their staff. I personally met Maddie and she is a gem. You can see her complementing her staff as well as always holding a smile on her face. There were also a few other managers who also did the same that I truly look forward to meeting. This is your team, and to treat them the way you do is disheartening. DO BETTER. No wonder there are always new faces in and out of this place. Fix what is broken!! The bathroom is a MESS!!! How do you expect people to trust that the places isn't filled with mold, or other horrible things when your bathroom looks like it does. The food is and has always been amazing. Kudos to the hard-working staff in the kitchen. The reason most of us come there is for THE STAFF!!!!! I which have had the pleasure of meeting. Josh, is so hardworking and always so positive, truly love spending Friday nights outside with him. Cassie is always amazing sitting at the bar with her, she truly cares about your customers, running around, making drinks, helping others. Ashley is always smiling and laughing behind the bar. Alex, so sweet when she greeted me and made my experience unforgettable. The list truly could go on, but management needs to be replaced before your establishment goes so far under you won't be able to return. Shame on you all for making such fools of yourselves. BE BETTER. DO BETTER. Your staff is the reason your business thrives the way it does, without them you...

I've been to all three locations a couple of times. There is always someone in the group thats never been and heard the views are nice. That is true. In fact, the Atmosphere overall is really nice. They all have that in common. The food isn't bad. Nothing special, but far better than bar fare. The bars are nice and well stocked as well. The food comes fast too. Once again, they all have that in common. The final thing that they all seem to have in common is an atrocious wait staff. This is no exaggeration. It's honestly worth going just to see for yourself. I go to a lot of restaurants and while I can be a critic of the food, I very rarely have an issue with the staff. However, the View House as a franchise has managed to lower the bar considerably. Expect to wait at least 20 minutes before you even see your waitress and get waters. Be ready to order drinks and food, because you may not see her for another half hour. They are friendly enough, when you actually have the honor of their presence. I suppose they have to be considering they will spend well under two minutes at your table for the duration of your visit and still expect a 25% tip. If you do need to get her attention she probably won't be hard to find, hanging out with the other wait staff, like a group of junior high girls, while drinks sit empty and tables sit un-bussed. You just won't be able to get their attention. It almost seems difficult and unlikely to find not one but many employees in their late 20's with the work ethic of a ten year old. The odd thing about all this is that unlike some restaurants which are under-staffed, making good service difficult. That doesn't seem to be a problem here. Even when the place is packed they have plenty of help. At 4PM on a Saturday there is probably more wait staff than occupied tables. Maybe management encourages some level of bourgeoisie boutique store snobbery to make the place seem more trendy but my guess is lack of management...