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Step into Ogallala’s Driftwood, where year-round enjoyment unfolds. Savor delectable bites at the restaurant, unwind with crafted cocktails at the bar, or gather loved ones for events in the private room with an outdoor patio. Let loose in the expansive game room, perfect for family fun, while Driftwood regularly hosts lively events for the community.
Hours
| Wednesday | 11 AM–8 PM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–8 PM |
| Friday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Sunday | 11 AM–8 PM |
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | 11 AM–8 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 118 N Spruce St, Ogallala, NE 69153
Phone: (308) 284-7053
Website: http://www.driftwoodogallala.com/
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Reviews
Janel Lynn
For 2 people, our total was almost $100. This was for 1 beer, 2 drinks ($2 each up charge for Tito’s vodka) , a soda and 2 entrees. I was expecting more for the bloody Mary’s, while the drink was good, for $12 each it only came with half a pickle and 3 olives.
The food:
The steak was good and so were the mashed potatoes and salad. Portions were okay, could’ve been more.
The chicken Alfredo while the sauce wasn’t bad, it barely had enough to cover the noodles, but atleast the chicken was tender. I didn’t even eat half.
I wish the food was better, it’s a decent place, nice staff, but honestly for the price, you can find somewhere better.
… moreThe food:
The steak was good and so were the mashed potatoes and salad. Portions were okay, could’ve been more.
The chicken Alfredo while the sauce wasn’t bad, it barely had enough to cover the noodles, but atleast the chicken was tender. I didn’t even eat half.
I wish the food was better, it’s a decent place, nice staff, but honestly for the price, you can find somewhere better.
Jalal
The Driftwood is a unique and amazing experience with delicious dishes of various shapes and types, drinks, parties, a romantic atmosphere, and exceptional service. I hope you enjoy your time!”
… moreBuffaloBypass
UNPROFESSIONAL OWNER, BAD FOOD AND SERVICE!!!!! If you’d like to waste your money on poorly prepared food, slow and inattentive service, and hidden costs they don’t tell you about, this is the place for you! And by all means, look at my wife’s review! A very unprofessional owner! Say you what you want about your establishment and your staff. But we were kind, we said please and thank you every time she came to the table (which was not more than a few times)
Your gratuity may have been on the menu, though we never saw it, but it certainly didn’t mention paying almost $1 for a tiny side of ranch in a plastic container. Any restaurant I have been to will tell you they charge extra. Maybe an uneducated staff? Poor management, or ownership? Food was poorly prepared. 3 out of the 8 orders were WRONG. Would you rather we just accepted it and paid for something we didn’t order? Would you pay the same price as soda, for water in the store? No, you wouldn’t. Cause it’s not what you wanted. I will make sure I notify my friends and family not to dine at your restaurant. I’ll buy gas station burritos, before I ever eat at this establishment again. What a shame, this place used to be great, now it’s in the dumps like many other small town restaurants. Unfortunate
… moreYour gratuity may have been on the menu, though we never saw it, but it certainly didn’t mention paying almost $1 for a tiny side of ranch in a plastic container. Any restaurant I have been to will tell you they charge extra. Maybe an uneducated staff? Poor management, or ownership? Food was poorly prepared. 3 out of the 8 orders were WRONG. Would you rather we just accepted it and paid for something we didn’t order? Would you pay the same price as soda, for water in the store? No, you wouldn’t. Cause it’s not what you wanted. I will make sure I notify my friends and family not to dine at your restaurant. I’ll buy gas station burritos, before I ever eat at this establishment again. What a shame, this place used to be great, now it’s in the dumps like many other small town restaurants. Unfortunate
Son Tran
Find a parking spot during peak hours might be somewhat hard for a non-local person. But the steak here is yummy and worth a try.
… moreLibby Tiemeyer
Very good food. We had the ruben sandwich, fries, hot honey sandwich, and fish and chips. I loved the Alaskan cod. The tartar sauce was really good. Perfectly cooked. The fries were very good, too. Newer, comfortable seating. The only negative is it is kind of loud.
… moreAudrey Valdivia
The service was great, the server kept checking in on us, my daughter had a hard time deciding what she wanted. The server gave us plenty of time to make a decision and didnt seem rushed or annoyed by us taking time to decide on food. I had the salmon with steak fries and it was absolutely delicious. It fell apart perfectly and it wasnt overcooked. The chicken strips were crunchy and very well cooked, and my husband had the pasta. It had a little kick to it but it went well with the shrimp. Overall it was a great experience i will definately be coming back. Sabrina is amazing and i cant remember my servers name but she was amazing too! Thank you
… moreAndrea Whelan
The service was great and the food was delicious!! My husband had a burger and fries. I had the Korean BBQ rib tips with mashed potatoes.
… moreDarius Kasinskas
I was seated promptly, my order was taken quickly, the food delivered in about 15-20 minutes that I consider reasonable, and getting my bill paid was quick and easy. I was skeptical going in given the 1-star reviews here. My experience was excellent on a Saturday night around 7PM with about 30 diners in the restaurant.
… moreWILLIAM POWELL
The restaurant looks really nice. The food was really good but the service was so slow. It took over an hour just to get our food. Definitely need some more help
… moreAnson Thompson
In the wild, pulsating heart of this neon-drenched nowhere, where the asphalt hums with the ghosts of forgotten road trips, I stumbled into The Driftwood—a beacon of raw, unfiltered Americana, slinging salvation in the form of ice-cold elixirs and burgers that could make a grown man weep. The air was thick with the scent of freedom: grilled beef, fryer grease, and the faint tang of rebellion. This wasn’t just a bar—it was a cathedral of excess, a fever dream of flavor and chaos, and I was ready to worship.
Sierra, oh Sierra, the high priestess of this culinary Valhalla, presided over the bar with a grin that could cut glass and a swagger that said she’d seen it all—twice. Her hands moved like a gunslinger’s, pouring drinks with a precision that bordered on the supernatural. She wasn’t just serving; she was conducting a goddamn symphony of spirits, each cocktail a cold, crisp middle finger to the mundane. The Driftwood’s drink menu? A kaleidoscope of liquid courage—frosty IPAs that bite like a rattlesnake, mojitos that dance on your tongue like Cuban jazz, and some unholy concoction called the “Desert Fire” that left me seeing visions of Kerouac scribbling in the corner booth.
The burgers, sweet Jesus, the burgers. These weren’t mere sandwiches; they were monuments to decadence, dripping with juice, stacked high with reckless abandon. Each bite was a journey—grease-slicked, smoky, and unapologetic, like biting into the soul of Route 66 itself. I ordered the “Driftwood Deluxe,” a half-pound behemoth crowned with bacon and a fried egg that oozed like a sunrise over the Mojave. It wasn’t food; it was a religious experience, a sacrament of beef and bun that left me questioning my life choices.
And the boneless wings? Good God, man, these weren’t wings—they were napalm-dusted morsels of pure hedonism. Tossed in a sauce that was equal parts sweet, spicy, and sinister, they hit the table like a Molotov cocktail of flavor. I devoured them in a haze, my fingers sticky, my soul ablaze, while Sierra slid another drink my way, her eyes glinting like she knew exactly what kind of madness she was enabling.
Five stars? Hell, give The Driftwood a constellation. This is no mere pitstop; it’s a portal to the American Dream, where Sierra reigns supreme, the drinks flow like rivers of ice, and the burgers and wings are a love letter to excess written in grease and glory. I left that place a changed man, my heart pounding, my stomach full, and my mind spinning like a slot machine in the desert night. Fear and loathing? Nah, just love and gluttony, served up hot and fresh at The Driftwood.
… moreSierra, oh Sierra, the high priestess of this culinary Valhalla, presided over the bar with a grin that could cut glass and a swagger that said she’d seen it all—twice. Her hands moved like a gunslinger’s, pouring drinks with a precision that bordered on the supernatural. She wasn’t just serving; she was conducting a goddamn symphony of spirits, each cocktail a cold, crisp middle finger to the mundane. The Driftwood’s drink menu? A kaleidoscope of liquid courage—frosty IPAs that bite like a rattlesnake, mojitos that dance on your tongue like Cuban jazz, and some unholy concoction called the “Desert Fire” that left me seeing visions of Kerouac scribbling in the corner booth.
The burgers, sweet Jesus, the burgers. These weren’t mere sandwiches; they were monuments to decadence, dripping with juice, stacked high with reckless abandon. Each bite was a journey—grease-slicked, smoky, and unapologetic, like biting into the soul of Route 66 itself. I ordered the “Driftwood Deluxe,” a half-pound behemoth crowned with bacon and a fried egg that oozed like a sunrise over the Mojave. It wasn’t food; it was a religious experience, a sacrament of beef and bun that left me questioning my life choices.
And the boneless wings? Good God, man, these weren’t wings—they were napalm-dusted morsels of pure hedonism. Tossed in a sauce that was equal parts sweet, spicy, and sinister, they hit the table like a Molotov cocktail of flavor. I devoured them in a haze, my fingers sticky, my soul ablaze, while Sierra slid another drink my way, her eyes glinting like she knew exactly what kind of madness she was enabling.
Five stars? Hell, give The Driftwood a constellation. This is no mere pitstop; it’s a portal to the American Dream, where Sierra reigns supreme, the drinks flow like rivers of ice, and the burgers and wings are a love letter to excess written in grease and glory. I left that place a changed man, my heart pounding, my stomach full, and my mind spinning like a slot machine in the desert night. Fear and loathing? Nah, just love and gluttony, served up hot and fresh at The Driftwood.