Milo Butterfingers — Restaurant in Dallas

WOMEN: I worked at Milos as a weekend gig while banking for 2 years. The incident leading to my departure was the least regrettable decision of my life. A large party of older men & young girls came in already obviously heavily intoxicated (the girls especially). I later learned that it was an SMU girl's 21st birthday, and the fathers of the in-state students took her & her friends out to get them drunk. Unfortunately, the girl I will describe to you was not from Texas, and had no family here. I first noticed that her intoxication had reached a dangerous level 2 hours before close. She could barely stand, and when a friend hugged her, it pulled her top down, exposing her, but she was oblivious. I spoke with both Tommy & the bartenders multiple times, requesting that stop serving alcohol to this table. They had done nothing wrong, but were blatantly over intoxicated to a dangerous level. An hour before close, a girl came to me reporting an unconscious woman in the restroom. In that last hour, I reported this to the manager 3 times. 2 am arrived, and while cleaning, I discovered her, still unconscious, in the bathroom. The door was propped open, and a late stayer, whom always left me with an uncomfortable gut feeling, stuck his head in the women's restroom and watched us for a bit before I told him to leave. I again went to Tommy, the manager, and told him she was still unconscious and unresponsive in the bathroom. He turned to the remaining bar stragglers, and asked if anyone knew her and wanted to take her home. The previously mentioned man offered to take her if we would help load her into his car. I immediately felt a frightened, sick feeling in my gut, and went back to her to see if I could find an alternative. She was fully unresponsive and her breathing had become shallow, so I rolled her on her side. I found her cellphone, and began redialing past calls, in hopes one of her friends could give her a safe place for the night. Tommy had already stated that the police were not to be called, because that puts a "black mark" on the bar for the call. No one answered. The man came to retrieve her. I still questioned his connection to her, and asked if he knew her name (said he did not) and where she lived, since he was supposedly taking her home ("dunno, somewhere SMU"). I told him to leave the premises, and that she would not be going with him. Finally someone picked up. It was her sister, who was back home in the northeast. She was as panicked as I was, especially since her breathing had slowed down noticeably. I remember looking at her, and while she was not that much younger than I was, seeing her youth & blonde hair and thinking about my own blonde, blue eyed daughter, who was only 3 at the time. All I could think was, what if this was Peyton a couple decades down the line, in a strange city, accidentally left behind. Would someone care enough to keep her safe? I promised her sister that I would care for her, and promptly called my friend who is a 30 year veteran of the Dallas Police Force for help. He recommended what I had been wanting to do all along: call 911 & get paramedics on the scene. I did just that, and before the ambulance could arrive, a local paramedic who picked up the call arrived. He revived her, and shortly there after, a roommate that the sister was able to get ahold of took her safely home. I have never felt so deeply relieved. I know she was a stranger to me, but she was someone's daughter, sister, friend... Tommy immediately called me into his office, and reprimanded me heavily for calling paramedics. He said he had already found a "solution", and I should never call 911 again. As I left for the night the 2 bartenders, both middle aged men, confronted me. They confessed they were fathers to teenage girls, and both of them thanked me for what I did, and for having the courage to do so. The next time I saw Tommy, he reported that I was going to "on call" status permanently. I look back at that night, and there is not a thing I would have done differently. No job is worth a human...

So this was my first time going to Milo’s and I was excited and I was having my birthday there and I called to ask if I needed to make a reservation but we are so before they said no to just come on and they would be happy to serve me. So I get there around 8 o’clock on a Saturday and there was no games so it really wasn’t that busy and my group started showing up and my waiter didn’t seem like she was too thrilled that we were there. She kept skipping people in my group and she flat out gaslight me after she I told her I wanted a drink and I never got to see and I asked where it was and she’s like oh I thought you said you didn’t want anything I said no I said I wanted to and she said OK. I’ll be right back. Bring it to you. Well, it never happened so I asked about it and they said that I didn’t order that that’s not what happened and then she proceeded to ignore me most of my night and it runs a lot of my energy and thought I was having because I was wanting to drink a little bit and it was my birthday party and myself. I know everybody has authorized, but I was just really disappointed because I couldn’t understand why waitress was ignoring me when I was being very respectful very nice trying to enjoy my night so unfortunately that experience is not gonna cost me to wanna go back because I travel from out of town to come to this eventso I could’ve had anywhere else so I chose here and I will never...

TLDR: Milos went from my favorite bar in Dallas (been 100s of times) to my 2nd least favorite, which is hard to do. Prices skyrocketed.

They “revitalized” the bar (read: “gentrified,” or made it look like every other bar in Dallas and Austin) and it lost all its character. It’s really a shame what they did. Sure, it looks more uppity, but at a huge cost to the consumer and the experiential niche it filled.

No more of the locals, the regulars, the actually ensouled human beings. Im sure they all feel like they’ve lost a child or spouse. Instead, it is a bunch of 40-year olds in finance vests, like Dallas needed more of that.

Most of the awesome and kindhearted staff has been replaced by low-wage, incompetent workers. Rude too. (I’ve spoken to the bartenders - they don’t like the changes either! Shocker!)

Everything has doubled in price, or more. No more pitchers, only overpriced buckets of 6 beer bottles.

Nothing in this world is getting better, and all the good places are getting worse.

Now watch them reply and call me a liar, but trust me: everything I’ve...