Mudhouse Coffee Ozark — Restaurant in Ozark

Hello. I give these folks five stars because Google won't let me give them six. :-) I wholeheartedly recommend this nifty little coffee shop. I believe it started out as a locally-owned business in nearby Springfield, MO, and then about a year ago they opened a second one in northern Ozark where I live: the smaller (but rapidly outgrowing itself) farming community about 10-15 miles south of there. I just had my 2nd visit there, through their drive-thru this time, and both experiences were absolutely positive. The first thing you'll notice is, of course, the wonderful aroma of coffees you're greeted with when you walk in. And for that matter, the decor inside is not all sterile and/or pretentious, the lighting is turned agreeably low (but not excessively) so you don't have a fluorescent bulb attacking your retinas if you're trying to relax in there. It's got some class. :-)

Of course the coffee & lattes are really good...I've not tried an espresso there and I'm not a fan of iced coffee, so your mileage may vary...but I can also recommend their sandwiches. I had the BLT in my 2nd trip there today and it was REALLY good, if perhaps a bit on the small side for what you're paying. I suspect however that this likely has more to do with the outrageous sabotage of the entire western world's economy right now causing the prices of every single thing ever to go up, rather than the restaurant's doing.

But what REALLY sells this place is the service! I've been to some restaurant hellholes (looking at you, Chili's) where the service is utterly appalling. I've been ignored altogether and forgotten while waiting on my order, I've had a waiter show up at my table still chewing a mouthful of my own entree, some of it still trapped in his chin-stubble, I've had a waiter ignore us and leave our drinks empty because he's chatting up the girls seated at a nearby table, I've had one bring me my entree with his damn thumb in it, while marinating it in his armpit (again...Chili's...not kidding), I could go on for a couple of hours. There are restaurants I won't ever set foot in again without a can of gasoline and some matches. 😢 I don't think I'll ever see that issue at this nifty little coffee shop. :-) Take it from someone who has worked in both retail and the service industry himself, along with a long, sad, shambling march of call centers where your job is to get insulted & screamed at over the phone for 8 straight hours a day; I know good service when I see it. The ladies at the Mudhouse are friendly, congenial, and do NOT treat you like just another faceless consumer rolling through the checkout counter assembly line. They're polite and sincere and make me want to keep coming back. If you go to one of the Madhouse locations, PLEASE tip them generously (I have no affiliation with them, before you ask) because they deserve it. Mudhouse, if you're reading this, it's ladies like yourselves who keep the world's wheels turning. Thank you for the delicious Honey Almond Latte. :-) 100% recommend...

When Mudhouse Coffee Ozark first opened, it was perfect. Sweet, serene, the kind of place where angels might sip espresso and contemplate life. The coffee? Amazing. The vibe? Like stepping into a Pinterest board—warm lighting, cozy nooks, and the smell of roasted perfection. It was my little slice of caffeinated heaven.

Naturally, I couldn’t keep this magic to myself. I told everyone. My friends, my family, random people in line at Walmart. I was basically the unpaid PR manager of Mudhouse.

And now? Let’s just say I created a monster. I walked in the other day, and BOOM—people everywhere. A full-on coffee rush. You’d think they were giving out free gold-dusted lattes. I’m talking standing-room-only chaos. I couldn’t find a chair, couldn’t find a table, heck, I couldn’t even find a corner to lean on without bumping someone’s oat milk flat white.

There I was, wedged between two college kids debating oat vs. almond milk and a mom squad planning soccer snacks, all while balancing my coffee like I was training for the circus. I looked around and thought, “What have I done?”

But you know what? I can’t even be mad. The place still slaps. The coffee is still amazing, the staff is still sweet, and the vibe is still cool—if you can find oxygen to breathe. So, if you’re looking for me, I’ll be the guy outside, sipping my Mudhouse coffee in my car because there’s “no room at the inn.”

Moral of the story: Mudhouse is too good. If you find a perfect coffee shop, maybe just whisper about it to one friend… or be prepared to stack like sardines with the...

I've been going to the Ozark location until their employee decided to call the police on us bc our kids were out of their car seats. Our kids are never buckled up in their drive thru bc it always takes FOREVER!!! I always wondered why all their employees gave me the dirty looks when I pulled up to their drive-thru window!? Well this past Labor day, when our whole family was enjoying our day off- one of their employees popped out of the drive thru window to randomly ask us what kind of family car we owned, he told us he was "shopping for one". Would never think anything evil of that request until we parked to eat our breakfast and two police officers arrived to check on us. They were very nice and told us since they were called, they wanted to make sure we had car seats for our kids. Of course we did!!! They gave our kids stickers and confirmed our children are required to be in car seats on legal roads NOT in drive thru's!! I went inside the cafe to ask why they called the police!? And that same employee that asked us the model of our car looked so red in the face. SHAME ON YOU MUDHOUSE!!! You have lost not one, but MANY customers! As we told our family and friends of this incident- one after another was in disbelief and stated they will no longer support Mudhouse and their extremely rude employees!!! We will support Urban Grounds across the street...