Red Carpet Inn — Restaurant in Hood River

Excellent Christian, Kid-Friendly Vacation Dining Experience

I did not know what to expect at first but when the valet taking our keys quoted Shakespeare I knew I was home! His bow was appropriately and respectfully deep—his posture perfect as he turned and opened the door for my family to enter, offering me his arm to take my genuine 1917 Macy’s coyote fur coat and matching hat to the coat check.

The first thing I noticed once inside, besides an elegant Mozart sonata playing in the background (the Berlin harmonic, if I am not mistaken), was that all of the k9 companions were wearing little bow ties!!! So charming.

A sign etched in silver above the extravagantly adorned bar conveniently anounced the Wi-Fi password, and I was overjoyed to realize it referenced one of the most prescient of all the psalms—a considerate and heart warming detail.

In a wonderful nod to Americana, the amuse-bouche hors d’oeuvre was a mash up of “corn dogs” and “corn hole”, a delicious game of skill requiring physical agility and prowess.

The menu itself was an ode to rustic nostalgia—mozzarella sticks (free-range, and shipped overnight from an island off the coast of Italy then presented with an heirloom tomato reduction) were served in hand-blown Murano glass ramekins, and a deconstructed cheeseburger later arrived in a quartet of tasting plates. Each bite was a triumph of flavor and innovation, though the omission of a palate cleanser between courses was a slight disappointment.

My only minor complaint is that the silverware was not properly appointed, with soup and salad spoon-and-forks curiously reversed in placement, a faux pas that would not go unnoticed at even the most middling Parisian brasserie. While I appreciated the effort to present a soup spoon of sterling origin, its placement to the right of the dinner knife was a perplexing oversight of culinary etiquette.

The children especially enjoyed their dessert, which came in the form of an interactive s’mores-based reenactment of the Battle of Thermopoly, complete with a table-side blowtorch and imported Belgian chocolate “rocks!” (Though charming, the flambé nearly singed my husband’s cashmere ascot. A minor detail, but one to address for future evenings of refined revelry.)

All in all, a stellar establishment that, despite a few lapses in traditional finery, deserves accolades for its ambition and successful attempt to embody the feel of a “local dive bar.” Wonderful...

My friend and I stopped here on the way back home to The Dalles after driving to and spending all day driving around Portland. We were super hungry, but we had my friends dog with us so we figured this place would be perfect since it's dog friendly and she (the dog) had been riding around in the car with us all day. When we go inside, I asked the woman behind the bar if they had any menu's. She said they didn't. That itself wasn't necessarily an issue, since she verbally listed what they had. Which was only I believe 3 or 4 options. That also wasn't an issue with us, we just wanted something simple anyway. I ordered chicken strips and tater tots, and my friend got a cheeseburger and tater tots. Mine was done about 10 or so minutes before my friends. Her tater tots were cold, we assume because they were made at the same time mine were. They had an overwhelming taste of dirty cooking oil, and even a noticable hint of fish. My chicken strips tasted exactly the same as the tots. They were awful. I asked for a side of ranch, hoping it would help. It did not. The ranch was terrible, too.. Then my friend shows me that her burger is pink in the middle. Up til that point we just found the whole experience kind of humorous, but then I saw an ant in my basket, crawling around right next to my chicken strips. I immediately pointed it out to my friend, who saw it too. We told the guy working behind the bar. He started making jokes about it, and asked me to show him. We couldn't find it, and he asked if I was sure that it was an ant, and not some pepper. Uhh.. yes. I'm sure. We were both sure. It had legs, and it was crawling next to the chicken. He offered to make me a new order, "free of charge". I said no, I didn't really have much of an appetite anymore. I then went out to smoke, while my friend took care of the bill. I thought he would at least comp my food, because of the ant thing. Nope. He charged us $24. I ate one full chicken strip(out of 4 small strips) and maybe like, 5 or 6 tots. Possibly even an ant or two. The whole experience was terrible. The only thing I liked about it was the dog friendly thing. I'm not particularly a dog person (I'm a cat person), but it's an awesome concept. I didn't have any drinks there, so I have no idea if it's worth it to go there for a drink.. but I wouldn't recommend eating...

I come here very often as a local customer, but I have never experienced such bad service before! I’m extremely disappointed because I spend good money here. Its not like me to leave a review like this, but something needs to be said. I like my usual bartenders, they’re great, and I typically always tip them, but I’ve never had a problem until now. I’ve never, and I mean never, have been harassed so hard before for not leaving a tip, but I base my tips off my service. So if I don’t tip you it’s because I’m not LEGALLY OBLIGATED to do so! And my financial situation is my own! Neil if you had spoken to me in a normal casual manner, instead of blowing up completely irrationally as you did, things would have been different. I still ended up tipping you anyways! Only because you kept complaining about it and threatening to never serve me again, If I didn’t leave a tip, and it was just completely overboard! Even after I tipped! I wasn’t being a bad customer in anyway, and I don’t know if it’s just because I’m a woman, but there was other women there that felt a harsh attitude from you. Please for the sake of this business you should sit back and reflect on how you react to your customers. This community...