The Hampton Social - Naples — Restaurant in Florida

🍕 The Hampton Social – ⭐️ 1 Star – I came for vibes, I stayed for disappointment. 🙃

So listen… I walked into The Hampton Social feeling like a Pinterest board came to life. You know the place: whitewashed everything, neon signs telling you to “Rosé All Day” like your inner soul is made of prosecco and throw pillows. 🦩✨

I sat down, soaking in the Instagrammable energy with high hopes and a low-carb conscience. But then—THEN—I made the mistake of ordering the pizza. 😵‍💫🍕

Let’s talk about this “pizza,” and I use that term loosely, the same way people say “influencer” or “home chef.” What arrived looked like something a toddler assembled during a sugar crash. 🍭😭

The crust? Flat, lifeless, and clearly suffering from an existential crisis. I've seen cardboard boxes with more personality (and flavor). 📦🍽️

The sauce? I’m pretty sure someone whispered “tomato” into a bottle of water and just hoped for the best. 💧🍅

The cheese? Let's just say I watched it melt emotionally, not physically. I’ve had more comforting cheese experiences with vending machine nachos. 🧀😢

As for the toppings — if you’ve ever wondered what disappointment tastes like when it's sprinkled with arugula pretending to be gourmet, wonder no more. 🌱💔

🤳 But don't worry! While your taste buds suffer in silence, at least your phone will eat well. The lighting is beautiful, the servers are beautiful, the patrons are beautiful. Everything is beautiful — except what’s happening on your plate. 📸👀💀

🧠 Anecdote Moment: Mid-bite, I genuinely thought I had developed C O V I D again because I couldn’t taste anything. My friend offered me a bite of their pasta instead. It tasted like betrayal… and salt. 😷🧂

💸 And the price? Let’s just say I paid Coachella VIP wristband money for a pizza that made me question all of my life choices. 💳🔥

🎤 Final Thoughts: If you’re looking for a place to sip overpriced drinks, take cute selfies, and slowly spiral into culinary despair — The Hampton Social has you covered.

Just don’t order the pizza. Or do… if you enjoy regret served at...

The Hampton Social provided a positive first-time experience for my sister's first communion celebration. The staff truly impressed me. The hostess who helped me with the large cake box was friendly, courteous, and even assisted with packing the leftover cake. Our waitress was equally kind and approachable.

We opted for a variety of appetizers to share, and most were delicious. However, a couple had minor shortcomings. The Crispy Quesadilla intrigued us, as the combination of goat cheese and balsamic glaze resulted in a peculiar taste. Additionally, despite the name, the quesadilla itself wasn't very crispy. The Coopers Beach Calamari could have benefited from a bit more crispness as well, and the horseradish in the cocktail sauce was overpowering for my taste. On a brighter note, the Crab + Shrimp Bruschetta was a surprising delight, and the Spinach Dip, despite its strong cheese flavor, paired perfectly with the buttery crouton-like bread slices. Overall, the appetizers were enjoyable with a few tweaks that could elevate them further.

My Spicy Pipette entrée offered an almost-perfect experience. The sauce was incredibly creamy and flavorful, with just a hint of heat. The seasoning was nearly perfect. Unfortunately, the pipette pasta itself was slightly overcooked, lacking that satisfying al dente texture.

Despite these minor drawbacks, the Hampton Social left a positive impression. The service was fantastic, and the food, while not flawless, was generally good. I would definitely consider returning for...

$15 Truffle Fries and a Free Attitude

We used to love coming to The Hampton Social. Great food, great service — until we met Tammy, the manager who clearly missed the memo on hospitality.

We asked to upgrade the fries that come with our meals to truffle fries. Simple, right? Not for Tammy. She tried to charge us $15 per person — not for an upgrade, but as if we’d ordered a golden side of fries flown in from Paris. Then she brought out an extra side like she was doing us a favor, and when we said, “We just wanted to upgrade the ones that come with the meal,” she basically said, “Well, you paid for these, so… here ya go.”

At that point, it wasn’t about the money — it was the attitude. I told her I wasn’t paying for something I didn’t order, and instead of just fixing the mistake, she offered to take my entire meal back just to swap the fries. I guess that’s what fine dining looks like when the manager’s running on ego instead of customer service.

Our server, on the other hand, was amazing. Super apologetic, kept checking in on us, and gave 5-star service. Even the chef came out to say sorry. Everyone was great — except the one person who’s actually supposed to set the tone.

We had friends with us from out of town who joked that you wouldn’t even find this kind of attitude in the sketchiest corner of New York City. And honestly? They’re not wrong.

We won’t be coming back as long as Tammy is a manager there . She might be better off managing a vending machine — fewer people to...