

Counter-serve eatery dishing up Mexican classics including hand-rolled tortillas, burritos & tacos.
Hours
| Monday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Thursday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Friday | 10:30 AM–11 PM |
| Saturday | 10:30 AM–11 PM |
| Sunday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 202 N Main St, Logan, UT 84321
Phone: (435) 774-8300
Website: https://www.caferio.com/locations/logan
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Order and Reservations
Order: Order online
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Reviews
We go weekly and have same thing every lunch. Grilled steak salad with both beans and rice. We also ask to have the habanero sauce added as it adds that extra touch of awesomeness!!!
Thanks Cafe Rio for being Super Delicious!!!
Want a real treat? Try the Grilled Steak Salad and you will fall in love!!!
I also asked the cashier how to use my gift card, he just stuck his hand out without saying a word, waiting for me to figure out that he needed to take it. Not sure why he couldn’t just use his words.
The rice and beans were super bland, the meat was barely better. I certainly will not be coming back, Costa Vida is a much much better option.
Looking at all the recent reviews it is obvious that they don’t care to improve the location despite months of feedback. Actions speak louder than words.
Let me start by saying—I *want* to like this Café Rio. I really did. The name suggests something cozy, maybe even a little tropical, like a beachside taco joint where the guac flows like margaritas. What I got instead was a front-row seat to a culinary crime scene.
Walking in, I was greeted by the smell of… something. Hard to say what. Maybe beans. Maybe regret. As I waited my turn and considered my order, I had plenty of time to admire the steam table—aka the Sad Buffet of Questionable Choices.
Now, I’ve seen some things in my life, but watching a server scrape the last of the beans from a bean encrusted, stained steam table pan like she was trying to summon a genie was a new low. The sound? Imagine someone dragging a shovel across a sidewalk while muttering under their breath. This went on for what felt like a full minute. Then—without even wiping it out—she fished a fresh plastic bag of beans out of a giant pot full of other random plastic bags like she was choosing a winner in a very sad raffle, and dumped it *directly* into the same pan she had just been scraping like it owed her money. I audibly whispered, “Noooo,” like I was watching a horror movie as I realized my bean serving consisted of a mix of new and old beans / crusty bean scrapings. I imagined how many time this scene played out today. I wondered how many bags of beans had been dumped into this poor sad serving pan that was crying out desperate for a trip through the dishwasher.
The food? Meh. Not terrible, not great. The tortillas were fine, the shredded chicken was… hot, I guess. But everything tasted like it had been made by someone who heard about flavor once in a podcast. The rice was confused, the beans though freshly dispensed from their plastic source were tired, and the salsa was there mostly for moral support.
I *really* wanted this to be my new spot. It’s close to my house, the other Café Rios I’ve been to were really pretty good and the staff seem like they’re trying. But Café Rio, I can’t unsee what I saw. You’re officially on my “Never Again, Even If I’m Starving” list.