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| - So....finally went.....and am graciously giving one more star. But that's about it.
Of COURSE triple D keeps finding places in Arizona to broadcast shows from. Is this a big news flash or something? We should be the "Wide Load" state. Guy F happens to be a lard, so of course he's gonna B-line towards this shrinky-dinked, over-hyped and over-booked lil' nook that serves portions which could very well springboard the next season of "1000 Pound Dad".
The whole "Reality Food Show Swoops In And Makes Dining Hotspot Out Of Otherwise Run Of The Mill Establishment" is getting really, REALLY old, Phoenix! Get off your arses and find some places on your own instead of waiting for Food Network to whip you into a manufactured frenzy.
I don't see the point of going, WAITING (and yes - it's true - they don't give wait times {get OVER yourselves}), and then being squished in seats and then paying for portions you can't possibly finish. How about more varied ingredients rather than a hunger-relief-in-Africa portion of potatoes on my plate?
NOW I know why some Scottdalers adore and coddle this place: It makes 'em feel adventurous. What's more edgy than coming to the semi-impoverished Roosevelt district, parking by a seedy motel (where "those" people live), gorging on local bacon and UFO size pancakes, and then safely returning home to the trials of spending the afternoon at Williams-Sonoma? Please.
The flavors are good, but not unique for breakfast. Pancakes were fluffy, but not better than my Pop's. It seems the hype is in the portions, the TV exposure, and the limited seating. People see a line and wanna go wait in it, for some reason. The food is so plain and the menu so basic that it behooves me to come to this conclusion: there's nothing new here, folks. It's breakfast. It's huge. And I couldn't care less.
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