The Neon Lunchbox — Restaurant in Saint Petersburg

Walking into Neon Lunchbox isn’t just dinner. It’s stepping into a SATURDAY MORNING CARTOON ON STEROIDS, fueled by strong drinks and food that body-slams your taste buds through a neon table. At 46, my brain is permanently rewired by mixtapes, Ninja Turtles, and TGIF lineups, and this place hit me harder than a pog slammer on a stack of holographics. Neon signs blasted like the mall arcade, childhood trinkets were EVERYWHERE, and the speakers were pumping the soundtrack of my youth so loud I was waiting for someone to yell “FINISH HIM!” from behind the bar. (Let’s be real—somebody back there has definitely screamed “TOASTY!” during service.)

Me and my best brochachos ordered like kids with $20 at Blockbuster on a Friday night. I crushed The Fat Bastard with mac and cheese instead of slaw and it was straight up Austin Powers in sandwich form. Smoky brisket, gooey mac, sauce dripping like Nickelodeon Gak. Every bite had me yelling “GET IN MAH BELLY!” Jesse obliterated The Spinelli; fried mortadella, smoky gouda, stacked like Jenga until it collapsed into his mouth like Bowser finally getting smacked by Mario with an Invincibility Star coursing through his soul. Ben went full send on The Kid N Play sliders with pulled brisket and candied jalapeños so good we half expected him to bust out the dance at the table. Instead we just screamed “AIN’T GONNA HURT NOBODY” while laughing like deranged Lion King hyenas.

Then came the Rolie Polie Olie pierogies. Nothing more than fluffy, cheesy, bacon-bomb nostalgia grenades DRENCHED in cream sauce. One bite and we were yelling “ZOWIE!” like it was Nickelodeon slime time.

But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, prepares you for the FINAL BOSS of this place: The Bayou. A Muffaletta the size of a BASKETBALL. When it hits the table, the lights dim, boss music starts, and you'll swear that you've leveled up. They warned us not to order the full one, but like true 80s kids, you gotta ignore all adult advice. This wasn’t just a sandwich. It was a CHALLENGE. A SPECTACLE. A RELIGION. If you and your crew want a war story, order it and ascend into sandwich legend.

Fifteen beers deep, three middle-aged bros living their best retro dream, and the staff kept the hype going; friendly, fast, playful, high-fiving us like we’d just won DOUBLE DARE. Between the neon glow, the art, and a playlist bouncing from Salt N Pepa to Nirvana, it felt like the greatest hits CD of our childhood. At one point, I fully expected Cheez-Its to rain down like confetti at a Smash Mouth concert.

And here’s the heart: you can FEEL the love from Chelsey and Smiley woven into this place. It isn’t just décor. It’s childhood memories bottled, shaken, and poured over plates of ridiculous food. These folks grew up just like us, school lunchboxes full of questionable snacks, Walkmans eating our favorite cassettes, dreams that smelled faintly of pizza rolls. And they turned it into a neon temple of flavor that makes you feel like a kid again while drinking like a grownup.

We left with bellies stuffed, cheeks sore from laughing, and a blood oath to return. Neon Lunchbox is not just dinner. It is a NOSTALGIA SUPER BOWL TOUCHDOWN, a HIGH SCORE ON GALAGA, and a FRIDAY NIGHT SLEEPOVER all in one.

FIVE STARS. NO QUESTIONS. NO...

I went right after Thanksgiving to the ladies night but unfortunately no one showed up but the music was great. So I decided to come back to another ladies night and this time invite some people. When I arrived ladies night was not taken place. The place was packed which was nice but there were rappers rapping about getting 4 women pregnant and making all four of them have abortions. This is not the type of ladies night that I was expecting plus it was advertised and I was embarrassed because I had other women coming out to join me. I asked the bartender who I recognized from last visit what was going on and if this is ladies night and she said she don't know she think they changed it up a little what I like to speak to the owner I said yes after waiting 5 minutes approximately the owner never came out to speak to me. Needless to say I left. My question is how do you promote an events and then the day before change it because when I looked at their Facebook from the night before I intended they advertise a whole...

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ If I could give this place 10 stars, I would.

I just had the Fat Bastard Old BBQ Brisket with sweet potato mash and… I’m not even sure how to describe it. Life-changing? Spiritual? Like a BBQ angel hugged my soul? Yeah, that.

The Neon Lunchbox is absolutely wild — in the best way. The food is insanely good, the drinks are strong (like, “text your ex” strong), and the vibes? Immaculate.

This place somehow nails both party central on a Saturday night AND laid-back lunch spot with food that makes you question every other restaurant you’ve ever liked. Oh, and the artwork on the walls? Hilarious, clever, and totally Instagram-worthy.

Whether you’re looking to eat, drink, laugh, or just sit in a place that looks like a neon fever dream (in the best way), this is it.

Go. Order the brisket....