No Way Jose — Restaurant in Grenada

While traveling through Grenada, MS I stopped at this restaurant. The atmosphere seemed pleasant and friendly. It also seemed to be a fairly new, clean, and well maintained facility. I ordered nachos to go. Another customer had apparently ordered by call in and thus entered to pick up their order. The staff mistakenly gave my order to that customer and they left the restaurant with it. They returned shortly thereafter to complain they were given the wrong order which turned out to be mine. The hostess explained the mix up to me but said they would make my order fresh after I said I definitely didn't want food someone else had left the restaurant with. My suspicion was they would actually give me that order anyway so I sat near the kitchen to ensure that they wouldn't. To my disbelief, that's exactly what they gave me. The food that another customer had taken from the restaurant. I was furious that they had done this and I expressed my disappointment and anger that I had been insulted in such a way. I expressed my concern from a health standpoint as to what could possibly have happened to the food once in someone else's possession. The staff expressed a half hearted apology and became frustrated that I grilled them on the insult of the matter. I told them I would share this experience on Google reviews in which I was told by several workers posing as managers they didn't care. After receiving my money back I left the restaurant only to be confronted by the police. I shared my experience with the police and admitted to being furious that they had put me at risk with this negligent act. The police officer said he understood and that he too would have been upset if that was done to him. He told me I could be on my way and bidded me a better night ahead. I can just imagine this is the type of place that could drop food on the floor, pick it up and put it onto a customer's plate. Or the workers going to the restroom and not wash their hands following a number 2 visit. No doubt there is probably hidden filt there if the Health Dept were to do an inspection. This is a place you should be leary of. I don't travel that way often but if I were starving, I...

Rating: 5 stars but Depends how emotionally fragile you are

I came to No Way, José! for tacos. I left knowing three people’s secrets, one man’s alimony payment plan, and the name of a child who may or may not be biologically related to anyone at table nine.

It started when a woman in a leather jacket walked in, looked across the room, and said, not shouted—said—“Unbelievable.” Three margaritas later she was in the parking lot yelling into a Bluetooth headset and trying to give away a baby monitor.

Next to me, two people who were definitely on a first date had their entire relationship arc in under 40 minutes. Laughter, tears, accusations of being emotionally unavailable, and then silence. She left. He ordered dessert. I admired the commitment to both sugar and denial.

At one point a birthday song broke out at a table behind me, and I don’t know if it was for a real birthday or just a cover-up for an argument about shared custody. There was clapping, but it felt… forced. Like everyone knew they were clapping over something much darker.

The food? Surprisingly good. The tamales were solid. The salsa had bite. The queso nearly made me believe in forgiveness again.

But you don’t come to No Way, José! for peace. You come because you want to watch someone spiral into emotional chaos while pretending it’s just dinner. You come to sit in the corner, quietly chewing, pretending you’re above it all while texting your group chat: “You will NOT believe what’s happening at this table right now.”

Would I return? Let’s just say my therapist told me I’m “addicted to relational volatility,” so yeah—I’ll be...

I thought no way Jose was a cute name but it ended up being that no way Jose will I come back here ! Stopped by here this morning at opening because I saw on the online menu that they had grilled chicken breast. My dog Travels With Me on my solo trips and we usually share a meal. I'm a big vegetable eater, he's a dog he eats meat. So I went in to place it to go order the fellow was pretty nice and told me yes I could get a plain grilled chicken breast with no seasoning no salt nothing on it and I ordered a side of grilled broccoli and a side of sauteed mushrooms with it. So imagine my disappointment when I get down the road and we stopped to have something to eat and I discover the chicken was drenched in lemon juice and had four slices of lemon laying on top of it! I specifically asked for the chicken to be PLAIN!! I really wish that people followed instructions / directions. Lemons and lemon juice is toxic to dogs so obviously now I could not give my dog the chicken. This part of I-55 before you get to Jackson has very few exits with very little on it so because I now had nothing for my dog to eat he had to wait until I could get somewhere and get him something. The broccoli and mushrooms were out of this world! This could have been a five-star review except for somebody screwing up my morning by not following directions and trying to...