So, I go to this place with my cousin and friend. My cousin had a purple shirt on too, that will come into play later on... The food was disgusting and drinks were weak and pricy. If I'm wrong, it wont be the first or last time but, it may be a gay bar? My friend suggested and "she"is a female. I payed it no mind until I put everything together. As soon as we sat two guys approach the bar and start talon aloud with/to my cousin about how he wishes he was in shape like an NFL player on tv, guys outweigh females and looked questionable? Like I said it doesnt bother me either way, im just curious. Id like to know so I can make fun of my cousin for taking us there, btw, now you know why I commented on his purple shirt... Mexican and Irish!!????
Review Source:Yay! I'm a fan.. I'm loca for loco. It is a Saturday afternoon/evening and the pickings are slim. However, with a group I had a great time. Shots, shots, shots, shots, everybody. Bud light lime, don't mind if I do.
Nommmm time; tacos and hangover burger. "I would order it everyday if I could." My BFF's words verbatim, referring to the burger. I really enjoyed their soft tacos with sriracha sauce, the spicier the better. Try the corn and bean salsa with hot sauce and chips, yummo. Great bar food, right on service and good times.
Loco, what happened? Â You've gone down the toilet and I used to like you so. (cue the sad music and a tear on my cheek)
The handsome man and I went last Sunday post-church for a marg. and some mex.  The place was a ghost-town! (of course we were there at 11:30am on a Sunday!)  In place of the old tables / high tops were 4 rows of CPUs!  WTF?  Why do you have 20 CPUs in your bar?  Gaming!  Yes, but they don't work and no, Loco doesn't have a gambling license.  The bartender informed us that the owner thought this was a good idea, but they just sit there because they don't work.  BRILLIANT!  Did I mention that they're at the front of house so they occupy the lovely windows that open up in the summer.  Poor  choice Loco.
The menus were dirty and now sported black sharpie Xs over the items, I assume, they don't carry any longer. Â (Can we say TACKY? Â Add that to the CPU zoo and we're on a roll). Â The chips & salsa were eh...the guac. was definitely "Holy Guacamole" which, while I do purchase that brand, was not something I'd expect to get in a "restaurant". Â I ordered tacos and the man got a burrito. Â Bleh. Â Nothing fancy, and it was food.
Loco, I'm no longer Loco for you. Â I think I'll skip you from now on.
Good place to hangout, I like this location a lot compared to Lakewood. It's a fun dive bar but a good place to meet friends and have a pitcher or two.
Atmosphere is cool, good music...I'm not too sure on their drink specials, but I know they sometimes hand out coupons for drinks, so it can't hurt to ask for some!
Loco is definitely a place where you will find this little leprechaun ;)
Love the Loco!! Originally from Westlake but now in Atlanta, I meet up with my friends there everytime I come in town. We always have a great time and are treated like old friends. It has become the hot spot for alot of WHS alumni to meet up. The food is good (especially those homemade doughnuts), the staff is very friendly, and we always have too much fun. Â Everyone else in the place looks like they are also enjoying themselves everytime I've been there. Definitely plan on going back next time I am in town!
Review Source:To say I hang with people who have a sense of irony is an understatement. Hence, our evening out to Loco Leprechaun, the "Irish Cantina" in Westlake (in a strip mall, obviously). My friend Bobo and I were tossing ideas of where to meet up back and forth when it popped into my head. I could barely contain my excitement before saying the words "it's both Mexican AND Irish." Stupid and amazing all at the same time. But, we were both hungry and actually wanted food we'd like. Was it a good night to let our love of all things warped guide our decisions? After some quick research I found the cantina's menu and saw it had potential. It was like this weird Mexican/Irish fusion that took all the foods you love to nibble on when you're drunk and mixed them up. One stand out: Reuben Nachos.
The actual restaurant felt warehousey and sterile, not like a pub or cantina. It felt more like a storefront in a strip mall with murals of Leprechauns wearing sombreros painted by a Kent Stater busing tables over the summer. We also found little cards on all the tables telling us to "ice your friends." The slogan, accompanied by photos of hambones drinking Smirnoff Ice, had recently entered our world, but we weren't sure exactly what it meant. Luckily, fellow yelper Matt M. arrived to explain it. Basically, hambones make other hambones drink Smirnoff Ice to humiliate each other when in public. Loco Leprechaun is that sort of place. Yeah.
The food is tasty and seemed fresh. While the atmosphere is void of soul, the food isn't. I dug the tacos with cabbage and the Reuben nachos.
I've been to the Loco Leprachaun at least 10 different times since I live nearby. The happy hour appetizers are priced very fairly if you are looking for some cheap bar food. If you are up for something a bit different, try the corned beef quesadillas- they are pretty good. The boneless wings come in a good sized portion but they never have enough sauce on them and the "spicy" sauces are not spicy at all.
Typically, service is fairly slow. I've never sat at the bar but I think this may be a better way to go because I think that many of the waiters/waitresses fail to see their customers sitting at the opposite side of the room.
Overall, a decent place to go if you live nearby and want some good happy hour specials.
Just another boring sports bar in on the West side. Â Perfect for the binge drinking frat boy crowd when they don't feel like driving to West 6th. Â Just played 18 holes at the golf course and have your sideways visor on? Â Come on in because you'll fit right in. Â The food is standard bar food with Irish-Mexican flair. Â It's not some much unique as it is I don't think they could make a decision on what they wanted to serve. Â
The place has no soul or substance. Â If a tornado blew it to another strip mall no one would notice the difference on either side. Â It's Harpo's, it's the Ironwood, it's BW3's. Â It's just nothing special. Â There is no hook, it's a sports bar with TV's, Golden Tee and a jukebox. Â It's also out in the wide open away from other bars and an easy target for radar and DUI happy Westlake cops. Â I have yet to see anyone pulled over but it wouldn't be a shocker at all. Â The garage bay styled doors open to the inviting patio with is roughly 4 feet of concrete to entice the smokers. Â The patio is all of another 4 feet from the parking lot but maybe that is the hook. Â I don't know but I live like 5 minutes away and don't come here unless begged.
Oh yeah and they encourage "Bros Icing Bros" which I am fine with the concept but I find it highly irresponsible for a bar to encourage binge drinking. Â Shame on them for that. Â So honestly this place shouldn't even get a star period. Â Yet I have to give one at the very least. Â I just keep coming back looking at my review, reading it and can't even justify the 2 stars I originally gave it. Â The service has never even been good when we went there and the folks that go here are all douchebags. Â So when you cater to that crowd, serve food that is worse than Bennigan's & Chi Chi's on a bad day, and support "icing" and binge drinking you can just go ahead and suck it. Â You get one star, clean up your act and figure out what you want to be.
Loco Leprechaun? An Irish-Mexican Cantina? How exactly does one fuse together two cuisines so different? Just the idea of a place so odd was intriguing. If anything, it'd be a decent place to meet friends for cheap drinks.
Loco Leprechaun, tucked away in an unassuming strip-mall in Westlake looked no different from any other sports bar I've ever been to. A wide open space surrounded by plasma TV's, high-top tables and booths along the walls. The menu was kind of disappointing too. There were a few Irish and a few Mexican dishes, but no interesting fusion between the two cuisines as the restaurant title and slogan might suggest. For the most part, the menu was basically your typical everyday Americanized bar food. Nothing new or inspiring here. (And no, Chicken Paprikash Nachos doesn't count. Paprikash is neither Irish or Mexican. It's Hungarian for chrissakes and it being on the menu makes little sense.)
At each table, they proudly advertise the sale of Smirnoff Ice and encourage the potential douche clientèle to partake in the retarded "Bros Icing Bros" game. For further explanation, see here: <a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fdeadspin.com%2F5557348%2Fthe-awful-epitome-of-brahsomeness-bros-icing-bros&s=fdbf97a9b204c33ff0235483d1ff8a561d8f79fe52e300d72ac4b94c72e71cca" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://deadspin.com/5557…</a> Â
Now, I know the title: Loco Leprechaun doesn't exactly spew class, but in no way was I prepared for the onslaught of humiliation and insult that our party would soon endure....
Getting blasted with farts. Smelly, gut wrenching, make you want to dry heave, lose your appetite type of gassy ass-explosions! You see, our party of 4 sat at a booth. Downstream of the high-tops. This one particular high-top with a middle aged fellow was sitting within shooting distance. His trigger happy ass was at the same height as our faces. I had the unfortunate pleasure of being on the end of the booth and the first to smell the onslaught. But a strong nose wasn't the only sense needed to tip off the perpetrator. This guy's farts were so rip-roaringly loud, it was almost as if he didn't care. Either that or we were being Punk'd. Unfortunately Ashton Kutcher never popped out from behind the curtains. Â
Now, I will admit, the fart was funny. The first one or two times. The third, fourth and fifth time though, I was getting a little pissed and worried. Does this guy have no regard for human life? Is there something terribly wrong with his bowels? Should he seek medical attention? Clearly YES, to all of the above!
Now, I know patrons alone shouldn't be the main cause for a bad review, and the food was passable (perhaps too much so as our loose boweled friend evidenced), but this place just seems to attract filthy swine. And for that reason, I'll most likely have to stay far away next time I find myself in Westlake.
"You know what we need?" someone said. Â "A corned beef quesadilla." Â
In other countries, they would have been laughed off the border and into the ocean. Â But this is AMERICA, baby! Â We dream big. Â Who wants chicken paprikash nachos? Â We do! Â And so the Loco Leprechaun was born - a Frankenstein-like conglomeration of two disparate menus mashed together. Â
Every time I walk in here I want to raise my arms and shout, "IT'S ALIVE!" Â
Interestingly enough, the corned beef quesadilla is the only thing I would actively tell you to avoid on the menu. Â (The corned beef is really lame, little flabby strips that are more like bologna - try Corky and Lenny's for a much better local sample.) Â
But everything here is made fresh, by an actual chef (not a fry cook), and the attention to detail shows. Â
The chicken paprikash nachos feature piping-hot nachos and real white-meat chicken chunks underneath a delectable slathering of spicy, tasty sauce. Â The doughnuts at the end are freshly-made, drizzled with Baileys cream sauce an brown sugar, still warm, and they melt in your mouth. Â
The atmosphere? Â Well, if you're not into sports it's more of a takeout joint. Â There's a huge row of bingo/keno/something chairs in the center, and the screens are huge and constantly tuned to beefy men in uniforms knocking balls around. Â That may actually be a draw for you, and if it is, I can vouch that the customers are very friendly, as are the waitresses. Â
In short, it's a sports bar with solid food and a strangely experimental menu, and I'm always happy to go back.
"Look at this coupon," our friend Bec said, gazing at the local area calendar on our wall. Â "'Loco Leprechaun. an Irish Cantina?' That can't be right!"
Immediately, we determined that such a place required investigation - with a name like that, the entertainment factor alone was worth the price of dinner.
Loco Leprechaun is located in an unassuming strip mall along Center Ridge Road, just west of Walter Street and easy to miss if you're not paying attention. Â But it is a hidden treasure of novelty and fun. Â It's set up with more focus on bar than restaurant, so there are only seven booths at standard height, plus a lot of high, round tables with stools. Â We were there on a week night and had no trouble getting seated in a booth.
The menu arrived quickly, but had to be perused slowly. Â The restaurant doesn't take its Irish/Mexican theme too seriously in the menu, but it also doesn't hesitate to mix in a broad and eclectic mix of foods from assorted cultures in ways that your average Joe would never contemplate.
Take, for example, the chicken paprikash nachos.
By myself, I would never have dreamed of ordering something that sounded like such a culinary train wreck. Â But Ferrett, intrepid adventurer into whatever he's never had before, did. Â And astoundingly enough, they were absolutely delicious. Â
While pasta isn't food I associate with either Ireland or Mexico, the menu features a number of pasta dishes that were quite good. Â It also takes its "let's play with cuisines" attitude to rice bowls, and features a Reuben rice bowl and a chicken paprikash one - the next time I go I will have the paprikash rice bowl because their paprikash is some of the best I've had in town.
For dessert, we had the home made doughnuts with Bailey's Irish Cream glaze. Â The doughnuts were much like New Orleans beignet, fluffy and hot, but rolled in cinnamon sugar instead of powdered, and the glaze was delicious. Â The order comes with a generous 7 or 8 donuts - to our initial horror, since we had ordered to batches for our table of four. Â But somehow when it came time to pack up the leftovers, only about 5 were left between the two orders. Â
The beer selection is okay, but the drinks menu is nothing particularly special, being an assortment of 'tini specialties. Â The atmosphere is of the sports bar variety, with several large plasma TVs throughout the bar, and it is a bit noisy. Â
Our service was fantastic. Â When we expressed curiosity about a drink called Leprechaun juice, our waitress actually brought us free samples - about a half a glass per couple - for us to try. Â
Loco Leprechaun offers a mix of traditional comfort foods with unexpected twists in a casual atmosphere. Â Definitely fun for an evening when you aren't taking yourself very seriously.