Hours
| Tuesday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Wednesday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Thursday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Friday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Saturday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Sunday | 9 AM–12 AM |
| Monday | 9 AM–12 AM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 104 US-54, Guymon, OK 73942
Phone: (580) 338-5550
Website: https://bit.ly/gallodejalisco2
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Reviews
After working in town for a week, I had driven past this restaurant multiple times. Something told me to wait. We had tried several other places, most of them disappointing. Some delivered on their promises, but would this one?
Being from northern Jalisco, I was skeptical. Was this restaurant simply using the name, or would it truly represent the flavors of my home state? There was only one way to find out.
I went alone in the evening, a bit hesitant since the parking lot was nearly empty. My coworkers, who had been working in the area for over a year, had warned me about their experience. They claimed they were unknowingly charged for refills on soft drinks, something they only realized when they got the bill. That didn’t sit well with me, so I carefully scanned the menu. I didn’t see any mention of extra charges for refills, which left me wondering if they had just misunderstood.
Despite the slow night, the lone waitress was busy, darting from table to table. She had a smile on her face, though it was clear she had been working all day. I couldn’t hold that against her. When she came to take my order, I kept it simple—just water. I wasn’t feeling my best and wanted to avoid soda.
The menu was packed with classics from Jalisco, almost too many. A menu that extensive makes me question how fresh the ingredients are—keeping up with a long list of dishes can be tricky. Of course, I was just speculating, but I’ve seen it happen in other places.
I took a bold chance and ordered the pozole, a pork and hominy stew. If they were truly from Jalisco, I would know from this dish alone. While I waited, I appreciated a small but smart detail: they served salsa in a bottle with a small cup, allowing you to pour only what you needed. No unnecessary waste. A clever move, especially when offering free chips and salsa.
As always, I checked the restroom. It was clean, though I forgot to take a picture. A clean restroom is a good sign, and I was relieved to see (and smell) that they kept it in order.
The restaurant wasn’t busy—maybe five or six people dining—but it felt like there was little to do while waiting. Two small TVs played unrelated content: one some random show, the other toddler cartoons. I would have preferred music or something more universally interesting. Even news or sports would have been better.
Then my food arrived. Right away, I could tell this wasn’t the Jalisco-style pozole I knew, at least not from the northern part of the state. Maybe it was from another region, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. That said, the meat was tender and well-cooked, which I appreciated. The broth and hominy, however, left a lot to be desired. The garnishes were also lacking—just tostadas, onion, cilantro, and half a lime. Typically, this dish should come with roasted red peppers, tortillas, and tostadas.
Despite not matching my expectations, the pozole had good flavor. A bit overpriced, in my opinion, but still a decent meal. It left me curious—where exactly were they from?
At the end of the night, I paid my bill. The same waitress handled the transaction, offering a slight smile but not much else. It made me wonder if the restaurant was understaffed, which could be affecting both service and food presentation. A little more warmth in hospitality can make a huge difference—not just in tips but in how often people return.
Was this the best meal I had all week? Not quite. But it was an interesting experience, and I wouldn’t mind giving them another shot—especially if I can get a better idea of their true culinary roots.
After ordering a Mild version of their Chile Rellenos with a waitress who couldn’t speak English, I guess I should of expected this. Our orders were both hotter than heck. After walking up to the bar and explaining to restaurant staff the mix-up the staff laugh their butts off at me the gringo customer. ——–> Do Not Waste Your money!