Roosevelt's — Restaurant in Tulsa

This place was recommended to me, so I tried to view it positively. We arrived prior to 5 pm on a Saturday (5-20-23). Spot is about 2/3rds full. We were sat directly in the sun. No shade. Loud dog barking and wandering through out the restaurant. People outside on the street stopping and peeking in at you while you eat. Came to take order and waitress abandoned order to grab liquor menu that (in most bars/restaurants I have worked) should already be on table. Outside ambiance is the wine and spirits store across the street that naturally attracts down-on-their-luck nomads and direct ear shot to the street level traffic. If you are meek in conversational volume, I’d avoid. The constant fountain, free roaming barking dog, and music that’s a tad bit too loud to cover up the open traffic sounds make any conversation a need to project. Chair was very hard and uncomfortable. After getting a little sick from the chairs and heat, I went into the restroom. This must be where they concentrate the majority of their A/C electric consumption. Probably a popular spot for kitchen staff to cool down. The electronic dog barking at the same volume as the folky acoustic number really highlighted the yeasty McDonalds smell. No, that’s just a tv for some reason. In the bathroom… at max volume… with loud music playing over it… I will have to check out the sink that sounds like someone with an upset stomach destroying a toilet any time anyone turns washes their hands. I wonder if that’s intentional. Air blower, so you know you’re getting fecal matter on your hands after washing them. Mmmm. Turns out, sink is beer taps. That means you get to hold the tap down that everyone else has held down negating any reason to wash your hands. They were very good at bringing milk bottles full of water to the table. Which I was very thankful for as the water glasses are about half a pint and had no ice. So, you’re going to work to quench that thirst in the sun. Food came in reasonable time. Food was collected and we got to wait in the sun for the receipt. 20 minute wait. We had to go get the waitress to pay. It looks like the food is probably decent to above average, I didn’t try any as I had already gone to the restroom to cool off and not be sick anymore. I’m sure I will forget this meal at some point and give them a second shot, but there is a lot to improve here. When I was asked about the experience by the recommender I was met with “well, it’s a bar” and I get that because I will say as a bar, I’m sure this place works well. As a restaurant… maybe this...

Went to Cherry street Roosevelt's for dinner tonight…. Waited in line for almost 2 hours (totally fine-we expected it) Of course the decor during the holidays is stunning and beautiful. Most the staff were some version of friendly but you can tell they are probably over the chaos but nothing that wasn’t acceptable and professional..

But we sit down finally and I ask for a GF (gluten free-I’m sure I’ll abbreviate again)menu. Which I eventually get. I’m excited to see a cheese artichoke dip with veggies to dip so I order. A server (not mine) brings them out and I instantly say “umm is this the gf option bc that looks like pita bread?” He goes “ugh…. Yeah I think it’s gluten free.” Then walks away. Then our server walks up and I say the same thing and he gets the most dumbfounded look. And I say “it’s supposed to have veggies to dip, the pita is not gf I guarantee it”. He then goes “well I can ask the kitchen for some veggies but we’ve asked for that for people before and the kitchen says absolutely not so I’m not sure.” At that point I’m done. It’s been awhile sense I have gotten really emotional about my allergy but that struck a nerve. My response “then you should tell people you don’t welcome people with an allergy here.” The server just laughs and walks away…

When the food was delivered, I assume some version of management was assisting bring the food and everyone else has their meal and he goes “oh I’m sorry let me check on yours,” I say “I’m not eating” he says (jokingly) “are u in timeout?” And I said “no” and told him about the incident… he’s like “oh, sorry. Let me know if I can get you anything else.” Him joking was totally fine. Great, interaction is fun normally…. But it was the part that he probably should have made a better effort to address the issue.

My husband also waited like 10 minutes for more dressing for his salad which he asked for as soon as the meal was delivered. AND said when he ordered “I need extra dressing”

I will NEVER darken their doorstep again. I will let everyone know how I was treated. It is NOT okay to treat people like that. I am still a human, my allergy isn’t a joke, it isn’t me just being picky. In fact I didn’t even ask for anything special. I’m not trying to make some ridiculous crazy alteration to the food. I wanted something that was ON THE MENU…. And was laughed at and made to feel so embarrassed and...

✨ Mother's Day Brunch at Roosevelt's Tulsa ✨ I wasn’t expecting to be blown away—I just wanted a solid brunch and a Diet Dr Pepper. But Roosevelt’s? They delivered a next-level experience.

I couldn’t decide what to order, so I asked our server Ty to surprise me. (Risky move, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.) He brought me the Cherry Street Hash—loaded with seasoned potatoes, sautéed veggies, pepper sauce, and eggs over easy. It had the perfect kick, and yes, I sopped up every bit of sauce with the sourdough toast. No shame.

My son got the Roosemelt—a melty, gooey chicken grilled cheese with garlic aioli and a three-cheese blend on buttery toast served with golden fries. That plate was clean before I even finished my second bite.

My daughter tackled the FDR Burger, which looked like it came from a food magazine: juicy beef patty, thick-cut bacon, garlic aioli, fresh toppings, and melted white cheddar stacked on a soft brioche bun. It was so big you had to commit to the bite—and every bite was worth it.

My husband grabbed Franky’s Breakfast—classic pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Comfort food, done right.

And THEN came the carrot cake. I don’t throw this around lightly, but it’s the best dessert I’ve ever had. Moist, packed with nuts and perfectly disguised healthy stuff, layered with the most dreamy smooth cream cheese frosting and some mystery shaving on top that were absolute perfection. I’m still thinking about it. Seriously.

Also: shoutout to the vibe. Cozy booths, a wall of books, warm lighting, and The Truman Show playing in the restroom. Yes, really.

Would I go back? 100%. Would I let Ty order for me again? Without hesitation.

📍 Roosevelt’s Gastropub on Cherry Street 📞 (918) 591-2888 📌 1551 E 15th Street, Tulsa, OK 🕒 Brunch: Sat/Sun 10AM–8PM

Locally owned. Weekly rotating menu. In-house bakery. 80 taps. Killer cocktails. Frozen mimosas. TV in the bathroom. It’s a Tulsa gem.

🥘 What we ordered: – Cherry Street Hash 🌶 (spicy, hearty, and perfect) – The Roosemelt 🧀 (my son’s pick—he devoured it) – FDR Burger 🍔 (huge and flavorful) – Franky’s Breakfast 🥞 (pancakes, eggs & sausage done right) – Carrot Cake 🥕 (unreal—get it. just get it.)

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