Customer Reviews

Found a hair. Called the server over. She brought out the owner—Don himself—who slammed his hands on our table and said, “That’s a signature garnish.”

I thought he was kidding. He wasn’t.

We left immediately. They charged us anyway. Unreal.

I told the server I had a dairy allergy. I was assured everything would be fine. Then came the Blackout Mudslide Sundae. They insisted it was non-dairy. It was not. Spent the next 45 minutes in the bathroom while my boyfriend tried to settle the bill. They comped our dessert and gave us a bottle of “house-brewed dung sweet tea” to take home.

We stopped in during a road trip. The decor was… rustic. My son asked what the “Dung Sauce” was, and the owner (Don, I think?) yelled from the kitchen, “It’s authentic! No Refunds! You eat what we give you!”

The food was strangely textured and the iced tea had stuff floating in it. My husband liked his burger though. We won’t be back.

I ordered the Dung Float. Took one sip and said something tasted… off. Don overheard and stormed over to our table. No introduction. Just leaned in and said, “Man up and swallow it.”

I swear on my mother he said that. One star. This man is unhinged.

We were honestly excited to try The Dungway after hearing so much buzz, but our experience was beyond disappointing. My husband ordered the Dung Mac & Cheese, and halfway through his meal, he pulled out a coarse pubic hair nestled right in the cheese. The pubic hair appeared to be Mexican in origin. Totally killed our appetite.