Let it Fly Sports Bar — Restaurant in Omaha

“Let It Fly” has quickly soared to the top of my list as Omaha’s ultimate sports bar, and let me tell you, the experience is nothing short of extraordinary.

As a devoted Creighton Bluejays fan, this place feels like a haven for fellow enthusiasts. The atmosphere exudes team spirit, and the dedication to capturing the essence of the Bluejays is palpable in every detail.

My taste buds had a field day with the delightful array of dishes we savored. The pepperoni pizza was a hit, boasting the perfect balance of cheesy goodness and crispy crust. The Mac and cheese was a comforting indulgence, while the mozzarella sticks were irresistibly crispy and satisfying. The fries and wings were equally impressive, making every bite a slam dunk of flavor. And yes, those tantalizing burgers that kept passing us are definitely on my must-try list for the next visit!

Now, let’s talk about that screen – it’s a game-changer! The sheer size and clarity of it left me awestruck. I can only imagine how incredible it would be to watch a Creighton Bluejays game here – an experience that would undoubtedly be etched into memory.

And the surprises keep coming. The inclusion of a selfie spot is genius, allowing guests to capture their excitement in a fun and shareable way. Not to mention, the podcast studio is a brilliant touch for those looking to infuse their love for sports into creative content.

The service was a true standout, with the staff embodying the passion that “Let It Fly” is all about. Attentive, friendly, and genuinely invested in ensuring a top-tier experience, they truly contribute to the overall excellence of this establishment.

In conclusion, “Let It Fly” isn’t just a sports bar; it’s a haven for Creighton Bluejays aficionados and sports lovers alike. The delectable food, impressive screen, innovative features like the selfie spot and podcast studio, and the heartfelt service all add up to a winning formula. I can’t wait to return and make more cherished memories. Kudos to “Let It Fly” for creating a sports...

In this era of haste and coarsened custom, where few still uphold the noble art of service with grace, it is my singular delight to extol the virtues of one Master Josh, a server of rare calibre and unflinching poise at that venerable establishment of sport and libation known as Let It Fly.

From the moment of my ingress into the tavern—where banners of mighty teams flutter with the bravado of modern chivalry—it was Josh who, with a mien of dignified hospitality, did approach. Clad not in the silks and frockcoats of yore, but in humble jersey and apron, he nonetheless bore the bearing of a courtier, his every gesture suffused with a genteel purpose. One might have thought him descended from a line of heralds or stewards of the high halls of Windsor or Vienna.

With diction neither affected nor crude, but measured and clear as a church bell on a Sunday morn, he did inquire after our desires. He proffered the menu with a subtle flourish, as if unveiling a map to hidden treasures—buffalo wings of ambrosial tang, burgers forged with the solemn care of an artisan, and beverages cold enough to awaken the spirit of Caesar himself.

Throughout our repast, he attended not as a mere servant but as a conductor of the evening’s revelry. Nay, he did not interrupt, but arrive, as if summoned by the very beat of our merriment. His knowledge of the game—some contest of basket or foot, I cannot say with certainty—was as encyclopedic as it was impassioned, and he bore the scoreline as a knight might bear news from the front.

In short, Master Josh is no common barkeep’s aide, no ordinary pitcher-bearer of ale and nacho. He is the steadfast guardian of Let It Fly’s exalted spirit, a paragon of service in a realm too often bereft of dignity.

Should you find yourself in need of refreshment, mirth, or the fellowship of fine sport, hie thee to Let It Fly. And pray that Josh shall be on shift, for there are few so fit to raise your spirits and your glass in...

I had a lovely evening planned to watch some baseball and football on a Sunday night, which went well until I got to Let It Fly. After we were seated, our waitress asked for our order. We ordered two appetizers and asked for them to be staggered. Just three minutes later, our waitress returned and said, "It’s been long enough. What do you want to order?" So, after having already put in our appetizer order (which we had not yet received), we were forced to order our entrees. Minutes passed, and a pepperoni pizza came out; I had ordered a veggie one. We waited longer and finally received the correct pizza, but still no appetizer. A few minutes later, my friend's entree arrived, also without his appetizer. On top of everything, the DirecTV stream kept cutting out. Then, I found a piece of wood in my remade pizza. I guess it’s wood fired. Nice way to find out I guess. Consider sweeping the oven as I’ve never experienced that from numerous experiences at wood fired pizza restaurants. (Photo attached) My waitress asked if I wanted a water refill, and I said yes, please. The refill arrived 10 minutes later. When we finished our meals and were ready to pay, the Toast payment terminal wasn't working. Our server then said, “Oh, I think I forgot you guys ordered two appetizers.” Maybe the employees are just lost. The 3% credit card surcharge is NOT made apparent. With a new payment terminal (The one that I’m being charged 3% to use), our waitress was breathing down my neck while I tried to pay for my meal and fill out the survey. Essentially, everything that could have gone poorly, did. Would I recommend this restaurant from our experience here? No. Want to overpay to see the Super Bowl? Okay. Make a reservation online. But don’t expect...