Lolito Cantina - Stillwater

The best restaurant in Stillwater. This is upscale Mexican cuisine at its finest. Well done, Lolito! Food: 5/5.

Our server was excellent, but the ceviche was a bit dry. The drinks were enjoyable. Overall, I would rate the food a 4 out of 5.

The food is fantastic! While the service used to be excellent, Claudia still stands out. We've enjoyed dining at Lolito’s for years, but the service at the new location has been inconsistent. During our last three visits, with different servers each time, we experienced similar issues despite the restaurant not being busy: there were long waits before we met our server, delays in ordering drinks and appetizers, and extended waits for our drinks and simple appetizers like chips. When we encountered problems with our food and addressed them politely, we didn’t receive any apologies and felt as though we were being blamed.

We stopped at LoLo’s and the wait was 20-30 minutes, so we came next door here instead. What a great turn of events! The food is phenomenal, like O in your mouth good. The service was excellent and speedy, as well as professional. Great environment too. 5 stars hands down, no qualms at all about coming back for more!Food: 5/5

How I Nearly Became a Burrito Bachelor: A Romantic Misadventure at Lolito’sToday, I finally took my beloved wife on a date to the enchanting city of Stillwater, Minnesota, a first in decades of our matrimonial bliss. Much to our delight, we stumbled upon the city 's 89th Lumberjack Festival, which was as quirky as it was nostalgic. Just the perfect backdrop for a romantic date! However, our romantic detour led us to a Mexican joint named Lolito, armed with absolutely no expectations.As we arrived, a rather indifferent individual, with all the personal charm of a cold burrito, threw a casual question at us about our seating preference indoors or al fresco. Opting for the great outdoors, we sauntered to the patio, me hoping to coo sweet nothings to my better half in relative solitude.Ah, the serenity! That was until the smell of let 's call it unprocessed fertilizer hit us right in the nostrils. First, we panicked, then frantically checked our shoes. With the mystery of the unwelcome aroma unresolved and service conspicuously absent, we found ourselves the unwilling center of a hovering swarm of flies. In a desperate attempt to combat the aroma, my wife pulled out a magic spray from her all sufficient handbag. Ladies and their handbags they hold everything, except the kitchen sink!In the end, with still no sight of menus, staff, or even basic service, we made a tactical retreat indoors. The air inside was as fresh as a daisy field, which after our ordeal, was nothing short of paradise.Our waitress Claudia was kind enough to lay out the dire straits of the pork belly shortage a personal catastrophe, as I harbor a soft spot for it. The announcement of a nearby bachelor party of 12 proved to be the final nail in my Rico Suave ambitions. Loud chatter and merriment not the most conducive environment for romance, I daresay.Our orders were promptly placed Shrimp Tacos for my wife, and a Steak Burrito Bowl for yours truly. To my embarrassment, we discovered that this restaurant charged for chips and salsa something I wish we had been privy to earlier.Our meals were served by a wordless lad who pointed out the silverware with all the grace of a disgruntled caveman. The utensils in question were precariously stashed in a wooden basket in front of us. My dear wife, struggling with her overgrown shrimp, sought Claudia 's attention. Alas, Claudia was engrossed with the bachelor party. My heroic instincts kicked in and I unveiled a cache of actual cutlery wrapped in cloth napkins. Huzzah!As we munched through our food, my wife made several attempts to procure hot sauce to no avail. I comforted her with the sobering reality of far worse predicaments, like the war in Ukraine, but the hot sauce remained a sore spot.Eventually, Claudia returned to our table, just in time to swipe my credit card. She uttered an apology for a crime unknown. A kind bachelor party attendee happily played photographer for us, capturing our evening of trials and tribulations. Even Claudia attempted to salvage the situation with another picture, sans the glare. But alas, the damage was done.Lolito, for all its olfactory surprises and adventurous service, you earned a hard fought 2 stars. The food wasn 't half bad. However, I am certain my wife and I won 't be embarking on another romantic expedition to your establishment anytime soon.