CAVA — Restaurant in Oklahoma City

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 11/10 Experience at CAVA! The Mediterranean Dream Come True!

I don’t know what kind of magical tzatziki-fueled wizardry is happening behind the counter at CAVA, but this place is nothing short of life-changing. From the moment I walked in, it was like stepping into a Mediterranean utopia. The colors. The smells. The ENERGY. It was like my taste buds booked a spontaneous vacation to Greece, and my soul came along for the ride.

Now let’s talk about Shawn – the team member who, I’m convinced, was sent from some higher foodie dimension. This man doesn’t just serve food – he curates an experience. He greeted me with the kind of genuine warmth that makes you feel like family. His bowl-building game is elite. Precision. Passion. A sixth sense for hummus ratios. Shawn is the kind of team member that makes you wonder if he’s secretly the CEO in disguise, just doing some deep undercover work to inspire the crew.

And then… there’s Berkley, the culinary lead, and in my humble opinion, the flavor architect of the gods. The moment Berkley stepped into view, I felt like I was witnessing greatness. You know when a musician hits that perfect note and everyone just freezes in awe? That’s Berkley but with roasted vegetables and perfectly charred harissa chicken. Every element of my bowl was a masterpiece, carefully crafted like edible art. The textures. The balance. The seasoning. Honestly, Berkley should have their own Netflix show called “Plating Perfection: The CAVA Chronicles.”

Between Shawn’s charisma and Berkley’s culinary genius, I left CAVA with a full stomach and a full heart. I’m not saying this meal changed my life, but I am saying I’ve been thinking about it every day since and may name my next pet “Crazy Feta.”

If you're even remotely hungry, stop reading this and get to CAVA. And if you’re lucky enough to catch Shawn and Berkley in action, consider it a...

It's unfortunate to see a place that has sought to convey an upscale image slide downhill. There's more to an upscale bistro than black and gold decorations, an obscure name, and black uniforms for the staff. The headquarters "leaders" of this chain in Washington, D.C., don't understand the attention to details and discipline involved with operating a successful, long-lasting national restaurant chain.

The statistics of restaurant operation are that 80% fail within the first five years of doing business. This one is seems to be following that downward trajectory.

A business can be judged by what's going on inside the store and what's going on out back. Successful, long-lasting businesses pay attention to both areas. Behind this place you'll find a seeping, reeking dumpster that local dumpster divers avoid like the plague. It's no surprise that this place arranges to have it emptied in the early predawn hours to limit witnesses to the optical and olfactory nightmare of its daily disgorgement.

This place also arranges to have their main deliveries done between 3 and 4 am. That is not only hard on their staff, who operate the restaurant for more than 12 hours per day, it also does no favors to the surrounding residences (similar to the 2 am dumpster bashing).

If you want a salad, pick up a plastic bag of greens, a bottle of dressing, and perhaps go all out with box of seasoned croutons from one of the neighboring grocery stores. Your wallet and sense of well-being will both be rewarded.

If you feel compelled to eat out in the Quail Springs area, there are about 50 other restaurants within one mile of this place, anyone of which is a...

My situation is different. I have eaten there before on multiple occasions but never by myself until today. I am legally blind and did have a cane with me to indicate that. After I placed my order and everything was finished, all of the sudden, the person that helped me was just gone. I guess after I paid and he got his money and I got my change, he just walked over to do his next task without letting me know where he had put my food or where I should go next or considering carrying my food to a chair and a table and helping me get situated. He didn't offer to help me with my drink or find silverware or anything. I was very disappointed. That just seems like common sense. I finally banged my way around and found stuff. I was able to find a drink and figure out how to use the machines but I couldn't figure out how to turn them off so they ran for extra time. It just seems like if he had helped me, that would not have happened. I guess I need to leave that off of the list of places where I will ever go again by myself and to make sure that I tell any other people with visual impairments to avoid it. It's a shame. It takes a lot of guts to leave the house when you know you will feel overwhelmed with the world and this is why. People's ignorance. My food was fine. The service,...