Atlas — Restaurant in Fort Worth

Listen, I’ll give this place another chance but hear me out.. I stopped in yesterday for a drink or two before heading home because I like this place. I’ve only been to the one in Bishop Arts which I really like. Never been to FTW location, so why not. I was 1 of maybe two parties (was by myself) there at the time during happy hour. I was greeted as I sat at the bar. Few minutes after the bartender took orders from other parties, she took my order. Here’s an important note: she was by herself and her help was running late. After she took my order, a couple gentleman approached her at the bar and sat down right in front of her at the end of the bar. I believe this is the edge of the bar where they make the drinks. They quickly engaged conversation with her and one of them was probably a vendor of some sort. He was promoted some drink in a can. Well, their conversation lasted about 6-7 min while I sat and waited for my drink. At least I had a water to sip on. During those 6-7 minutes she was very occupied by the two gentlemen and they would literally not stop talking. Not entirely her fault. I waited patiently. Got my drink. Drank it in about 15 min or so. Wanted to order another drink, possibly even order an appetizer. My drink was empty for a solid 15-20 min. During that span of time the place began to fill up. She began taking orders for people arriving and passed by me multiple times not acknowledging me or my empty drink. Still not her fault? I don’t know. Mind you, the gentlemen at the end of the bar are still engaging in conversation. Her help finally arrives. Not my drink has definitely been empty for over 20 min. I’m trying to flag her down at this point raising my hand. Doesn’t see me. I’m thinking ok, if she doesn’t acknowledge me, I’m going to have to close up because I’m not going to order another drink and an appetizer if it’s going to take this long. She has help now? And still hasn’t approached me and still stuck in conversation with these guys at the end of the bar. I finally got fed up and stood up out of my chair, interrupted their conversation and handed her my card and said I needed to close up. Might’ve been a douchey move but if I’m being ignored, what else do I do? I had one drink in 45-50 min of being there. I gave grace when she had no help. Then there was no excuse when she continually ignored me and entertained those guys at the end of the bar. I don’t care if you want to talk to them, just give me my drink? I’m a very good tipper if I get good service but sorry, I wasn’t going to tip well if I’m being ignored? Am I pretentious? Maybe I expect too much? I’m being nice with my review as far as the stars I’m giving. The ambiance is very nice. Probably the most pleasant part of my visit. And the reviews are great. People seem to love it here. Like I said, I’ll give it another try but I’m going to give...

First time being here and felt pushed too the side. The only people that were nice was the food runners.

Bouncer said my ID 'doesn't look like the rest' -what is that supposed to mean? It is a Texas ID that is less than a month old. I get they have a job to do but my ID is just like everyone else's. Made us compare IDs all night - can't figure out what made him say that.

Sat at the bar for 15 minutes before anyone said anything to us. Bartender was nice, but just seemed dismissive.

Drinks were okay, but not worth the price. Rather go literally anywhere else on this street for a drink. (Table got 5 drinks total- all were rated 5/10. Not bad, but nothing special).

Food was the best thing about this place. The bruschetta was amazing. The tacos were a bit weird with the tortilla- almost liked it was cooked a bit too long, hard to take a bite- but the taste was great. BUT we had to ask for napkins. Such messy (but good) food that didn't have napkins with it automatically.

Decor is great! There are a few pieces that I'll look up to add to my home.

Music isn't bad, but too loud. We all had to lean in at our small table to hear each other.

Overall, I'd try this place one more time but eh, I'd go anywhere...

The drinks at Atlas? Chef’s kiss. Handcrafted masterpieces that make you feel like a worldly connoisseur with every sip. The service? Well, it’s a bit like a high-stakes game of hide-and-seek where the waitstaff is determined to win at all costs.

Sure, we always get our first round quickly—enough to lull us into a false sense of security. But after that, it’s as if we’ve been transported to the service equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle. On one visit, we waited so long I started to wonder if we were part of a social experiment to measure human endurance. This last time, it was over an hour before a different waitress, presumably sent on a rescue mission, checked on us. Meanwhile, our original waitress floated by with full drinks for other tables, pointedly ignoring our empty glasses like they were radioactive.

The drinks are extraordinary, but I’d recommend bringing a packed lunch and maybe a flare gun to signal for attention. It’s not just a cocktail bar—it’s an exercise in...