Coco Beach Plano — Restaurant in Plano

I stumbled into Coco Beach one night, feeling like I had just barely survived an epic battle with my dryer. I’m convinced the thing has teeth—it’s the only explanation for how it’s been swallowing my socks whole. My laundry basket had turned into a tragic orphanage of mismatched socks, and after angrily pairing a striped one with a polka-dotted one, I gave up. Despair turned into determination: if I couldn’t win against the laundry gods, I’d at least find solace at the bottom of a pitcher of beer.

Coco Beach welcomed me like a sanctuary for the weary. The beer was cold, the vibe was lively, and Helena stood behind the counter like some legendary heroine from an ancient tale. She took one look at me, her eyes practically saying, “Laundry battle? Say no more.” Before I could even sit down, she had a frosty pint in my hand and a grin that could lift even the most mismatched of spirits.

But this wasn’t just any ordinary pub. No sooner had I taken my first sip than a commotion erupted near the jukebox. Out of nowhere, a dragon—yes, a literal dragon—materialized, its scaly tail knocking over a stool as it roared in protest of the terrible song someone had queued up. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as it glared at the jukebox like it was about to unleash a firestorm.

Before anyone could panic, Helena leapt into action. With the reflexes of a seasoned warrior, she grabbed a pub towel and flicked it with such precision that the dragon yelped and backed away from the jukebox. “Not on my watch,” she said, her voice calm but commanding. The dragon huffed, clearly offended, but Helena didn’t flinch. With a casual wave of her hand, she pointed it toward the exit, and the beast slinked away, muttering something about wanting better music.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the pub, Lexi sat perched on a stool, filing her nails as if a fire-breathing lizard causing a scene was the most normal thing in the world. She didn’t even look up, casually asking, “Should I call animal control or just let it go?” Helena laughed, topping off my beer as if she hadn’t just stared down a dragon.

And then, as if the night couldn’t get any stranger, Helena crouched down behind the counter and resurfaced with…a sock. Not just any sock, but one that looked suspiciously like the mate to the lone survivor I’d stuffed into my pocket earlier. She handed it to me with a wink, saying, “I have a knack for finding things people lose. Socks, dragons, sanity—you name it.”

By the time I left, my glass had never been empty, my heart felt lighter, and the mystery of the missing socks had been (partially) solved. Coco Beach isn’t just a pub—it’s a place of legends, where bartenders fend off dragons and find lost treasures, and where even the unbothered nail-filing of Lexi somehow adds to the magic.

If your dryer has gone rogue, or if you just need a beer and a story you’ll be telling for years, Coco Beach is the place to go. Highly...

The food was outstanding, the atmosphere was well thought of ,friendly people , server/ bartender was just all around a great experience, until your ticket is paid and then ,You better have good handwriting because if not that TIP you give may exceed the actual ticket, Well almost , a couple dollars short! So take time and go ahead make sure they really see the tip...Even after the employee asked the remaining party that was at the table about how much they thought the tip was? The remaining party said well it's probably not what your saying you think it is it's probably 10.00 ! After I received the actual bank statement, I called and the young lady Triston said , she would follow up but then she said wait she was the only one working that night, Well I said you definitely wasn't our server/ bartender and I actually went to the bar and paid the bill myself, to the young man that served us , ....Note to employee or any restaurant server/bartender if the tip amount looks or you can't tell what it really says ! My advice would be just don't guess it's 10 times more than it was.....Wait before you just guess , I'm waiting for owner to get back with me about the problem , Or is this kind of normal problem or do the servers just actually think they are worth that for thier service ? Not saying your not just saying ask yourself would you leave a tip that almost matched the check??? Here is your sign,, I DIDNT SEE ALOT of Lambos and Bentlys outside parked, Folks that could afford to tip 100.00 (Wow) Would I ever return YES the food was good and I will just tip cash.

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My dearest apologies to coco Beach we found the problem , the owner took the time to find the problem which conconsisted of myself giving the wrong date , Yes if the owner was very professional and worked with me .thank you for...

Thursday, 11/28, at 4:08 p.m. was my first visit to your restaurant. When my friend and I came inside, the bartender, Lexi, who didn't formally give her name even until the end, bluntly asked, "You want food or drink?" We both felt her attitude was cold and that we were an inconvenience to her but she said for us to sit anywhere.

We gave her our order which was a cranberry margarita, an apple mule, and a full order of surfing pig nachos. When I went to use the restroom, there was a sign above the men's toilet stating, "Every day is happy hour between 3 and 7 p.m. All drinks and appetizers half off." Lexi never brought this to our attention. The portion was large but the alcoholic drinks were weak. She came by at least five times asking if we needed anything more but we declined and felt it was overkill.

When I cashed out I saw that the happy hour prices were not applied to my check but I didn't say anything to her. Not only that, there was a 5.75% "non cash" adjustment of $2.36 added onto my bill. She never informed me of this charge and to use your ATM located near the restroom to avoid it. We finally saw Lexi's name at the bottom of my bill and I felt $56.74, which included the tip, was exorbitant for what we received.

I am an executive chef of 35 years and felt this was one of my most disappointing dining experiences, especially regarding Lexi not informing patrons of happy hour. Has she done so, we would have ordered...