

The Painted Pony Restaurant is located in historic downtown St. George, tucked away in a quaint shopping area called Ancestor Square. Located on the second floor overlooking a courtyard with grass, trees and sandstone water feature. In the spring and fall the Tree Top Patio dining is a special treat. The lunch menu includes salads, soups, sandwiches and entrees in a bistro style setting. The dinner menu features grass fed beef, game, lamb and sustainable fish flown in fresh. The atmosphere is a bit more romantic with table linens and candlelight. The full bar includes over 140 wine selections from around the world earning a Wine Spectator Award. The true, genuine hospitality by the staff is what will bring you back time and time again.
Art-filled eatery serving eclectic Southwestern cuisine, fine wine & cocktails in a cozy atmosphere.
Hours
| Tuesday | 11:30 AM–9 PM |
| Wednesday | 11:30 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 11:30 AM–9 PM |
| Friday | 11:30 AM–10 PM |
| Saturday | 11:30 AM–10 PM |
| Sunday | 4–9 PM |
| Monday | 11:30 AM–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 2 W St George Blvd 22 Tower Building, St. George, UT 84770
Phone: (435) 634-1700
Website: http://www.painted-pony.com/
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Reviews
The salad came with two thick slices of beets and a large portion of goat cheese. Without question, the crab cakes were some of the best I’ve had. Both dishes were amazing as was the plate’s presentation.
The restaurant is beautifully designed and the decor goes well with its overall vibe. Kudos, to my server Dominic. He had a great personality and was very honest when asked about his recommendations. He definitely understands and values the importance of providing good customer service.
We made reservations in advance, and there was no wait time. I really appreciated that!
Many rave about how wonderful the food is at Painted Pony!
I ordered the Bison tenderloin and the potatoes. The Bison was perfect. The potatoes were not cooked. I asked for mashed potatoes as a replacement and it tasted like someone dumped a large amount of dry mustard in the recipe. I couldn’t eat it. So disappointed. I was hoping to be impressed by the food, but that wasn’t the case. Not sure if I’m going back.
Unfortunately, the food fell far short of what the setting and service promised. The steak was perfectly cooked and incredibly tender, the gristle melted in my mouth, but it was also heavily oversalted to the point of being inedible. The mushrooms and sauce that accompanied it were just as over-seasoned, making the entire dish nearly impossible to enjoy. I love salt, but this was overwhelming. It was the first time in my life I’ve ever left a steak unfinished, as shown in my photo—I had to stop halfway.
The crème Brulé was supposed to be butterscotch but tasted closer to pumpkin. It had never set properly, soupy and grainy with curdled eggs, and the top was burnt black instead of a crisp golden brown.
For a meal totaling around $130 for one person, the lack of quality control was unacceptable. If I were the owner, I would have a serious talk with the head chef, as this meal showed no standard of consistency or care.
That said, I want to emphasize that the staff were phenomenal—some of the best service I’ve ever experienced. Their professionalism and kindness were the highlight of the evening.
Also the Weekend at Bernie’s painting was low key awesome. well played on that.
We ordered off the lunch menu last time, with pictures attached. The crab cake appetizer was probably the best crab cake I have ever had! I loved the fruit garnishing. The cured salmon sandwich tasted almost like a poke bowl in a sandwich, just as the waiter described. It was light and refreshing, and the flavors were very well executed.
I hope to visit many times again!
Outside, a life sized chef statue with a smirk that screamed “I know where the bodies are buried” while pointing at the French Onion Soup sign like it was a coded warning.
Inside, the walls were alive, portraits of strange singers with Medusa looking red hair and wine sniffing men with purple lightning leaking from their scalps, a gallery of spirits trapped between entrees.
Then the food started and reality wobbled. Baked Brie arrived in a molten black cauldron, bubbling like a portal to another timeline; the crostini were charred planks from a haunted shipwreck, and every bite was equal parts buttery luxury and apocalyptic omen.
Don’t forget about the Bacon Wrapped Almond Stuffed Dates? Forget it. Those things tasted like a shotgun wedding between a devil’s candy shop and a rodeo concession stand; sweet, smoky, salty, crunchy…I swear one blinked at me before I ate it.
And then…the mains. The Grilled Ribeye didn’t just sit there; it pulsed. It breathed. The microgreens quivered like they were trying to crawl off the plate.
The Bison Tenderloin was less a dish and more a ritual, juicy and tender, yes, but halfway through my bite I heard the low rumble of distant hooves and felt a spectral buffalo snort on the back of my neck.
The mac and cheese glowed with an orange radiance like molten iron. The risotto’s surface swirled on its own, whispering in brussels sprouts tongues!
Compared to Buca di Beppo, which is basically an overcaffeinated Nonna stuffing you into a meatball coma under flickering Christmas lights, Painted Pony is a mirage of the Wild West after dark!
Seductive, unhinged, and possessed. Buca fills your stomach; Painted Pony opens a third eye in it. This isn’t dinner. It’s an interdimensional cattle drive, and the bison spirits are leading you home.