Senorita Mexican Kitchen & Tequila Bar — Restaurant in Daytona Beach

Embarking on a culinary voyage, my wife and I, spurred by the echoes of online commendations, eagerly ventured into the realms of Senorita Mexican Kitchen and Tequila Bar. The warm embrace of the restaurant's atmosphere, adorned with the rustic charm of repurposed pallets as furniture, set the stage for what we hoped would be a memorable dining experience.

As a devoted enthusiast of fish tacos, my gaze fixated on the alluring promise of mahi tacos. Intrigued, I also delved into the Yucatan shrimp tacos, driven by the allure of freshness. Before sealing our culinary fate, a crucial inquiry regarding the origin of the seafood revealed an assurance of freshness. However, as the plates arrived, my discerning senses raised an alarm.

Fresh fish, in its pristine glory, boasts a clean oceanic scent—a sensory symphony that was conspicuously absent. The anticipated firmness in texture, characteristic of just-caught seafood, was replaced by an unsettling mushiness, betraying the promise of culinary excellence.

Contemplating an alternative path through the menu, the reliable beacon of carnitas tacos beckoned. Yet, even in this transition, the Yucatan shrimp tacos failed to weave a tale of culinary delight for my wife, leaving a trail of muted impressions.

The prelude to our culinary escapade was set by the commendable chips and salsa, a delightful overture that, unfortunately, foreshadowed the unfolding narrative. As I indulged in my mahi taco, priced at $17.**, the promise of an exquisite experience came to an abrupt end when our waiter unceremoniously discarded its remnants into the depths of a trash bin.

The unsettling aftermath became apparent as we patiently awaited the box for my remaining taco. A disconcerting revelation surfaced when, after a 10-minute lapse, we flagged down the waiter, only to discover that the uneaten portion had met an untimely demise in the bin—a perplexing choice, especially given the $8.** value of the discarded culinary creation.

In this delicate dance between expectation and reality, the waiter's apology, though sincere, failed to fully mend the culinary misstep. The acknowledgment of a prolonged wait at the outset added another layer of complexity to an evening marred by disappointment.

As we settled our bill with cash, priced at $50 and change, a poignant realization lingered—an unspoken pact shattered by the cavalier disposal of a taco, emblematic of the broader culinary experience. Reflecting on the echoes of other diners who shared similar sentiments in person, the dissonance between online acclaim and real-time experiences became palpable.

This review, narrated with candor, seeks not to condemn but to illuminate. For those who tread the path to Senorita Mexican Kitchen, may this account serve as a vivid guide through the complexities of expectation and reality. As for us, the refrain of "never again" echoes in our departure, a sentiment cast not in animosity but in the spirit of fostering an informed culinary journey for all who heed...

(Long review but I promise it’s the one you are looking for )✨ My POV: Señorita Mexican Kitchen & Tequila Bar (Lake Worth, FL) ✨

So boom — it’s the last leg of our Florida trip, my pookie and I are road-tripping back to Texas, stomachs growling, vibes immaculate. We randomly pull up to this place called Señorita Mexican Kitchen & Tequila Bar — didn’t expect our souls to be fed, but here we are.

I order the tequila chicken in creamy chipotle sauce, thinking I’m just gonna have a lil moment… but NO. The tortillas were handmade, soft, warm, and giving abuela energy. The sauce? Creamy with a lil spicy sass — like it knew I deserved luxury. Every bite was like a novela plot twist.

Now let’s talk about my pookie. He gets the steak nachos and immediately leaves this dimension. I tried to make convo. I tried to flirt. I even fake-dropped a tortilla to get his attention. Nothing. Homeboy was in Nacho World™ — zoning out like the steak was whispering secrets to him. I was third-wheeling my own man and a pile of nachos.

He’s a picky eater, okay? Like the kind who judges Taco Bell… and he said this spot is #2 in his top 10 Mexican restaurants. Do you know how big that is? That’s like him proposing. With food.

And the best part?? When the check came, we didn’t even have to touch a card — we just scanned the receipt with our phones like we were in the future. Chef’s kiss.

🌮 Vibes: 10/10 🔥 Food: 12/10 💳 Paying like it’s 3025: 11/10 🧍🏽‍♀️ Being ignored by your man while he romances steak nachos: painful, but valid Ps. At the end pookie is sad bc he couldn’t finish...

We had high hopes. Let me start of with saying the decor was perfect and we believe with some minor tweaks the the restaurant could be top notch. There is a lot of potential here. Our Experience: Upon entering Saturday at 9PM (they close at 11PM), it was fairly quiet with only a handful of guests. We were greeted and asked if we could sit at the bar (being a tequila bar and all). The waitress was agreeable and sat us down. She was a good server overall and did her job. The food was good, we ordered the 3 colored enchiladas and 2 medium Dos Aquis. We have no complaints and rate the 3+ stars overall.

Opportunities: Workers, especially a bar tender can be more engaging to the customers, not just serve but make it an experience. As a tequila bar, perhaps make some recommendations, tell us about the tequilas/mezcals, maybe some (very small) samples (what I call a splash). Maybe engage on the differences of Tequila vs. Mezcal. I'm sure this could help with sales and energy. I'd imagine this would be great for visitors (aka Tourists too). Lastly, they seemed to be "closing' throughout the night. They had 3 other tables not including us, but started sweeping, turned off music, putting chairs up while people were dining with more than an hour to go. It sent a message we were no longer welcome even-though we were there well...