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| - I rue this place. Loath it. Despise it. Scowl whenever I think of my experience here. I'd give this place 0 or negative stars, if I could.
Sure, I can see how people would enjoy the low key atmosphere and the camaraderie of friends at a bar in Scottsdale that's not the least bit pretentious. It's not the bar, per se, that I have a problem with - it's the absurd activities during the week. (Of course, Giligin's has made its name based on its weekly events.) Ok, so I can laugh about a midget bartender just like everyone else can. That's funny. Sure, a midget stripper pole. Also funny. Scantily clad women handing out free shots? Eh, that doesn't even faze me nowadays.
It's not even the goldfish races that bother me. I guess it's the man in charge on the evening I went. Lewd. Crude. Obscene. Disrespectful. Sure, some people may like this, but I definitely don't. I don't want to hear a string of curse words coming out of a man holding a fishing pole with a dildo attached to the end. I don't want to see him waving it around in people's faces. I sure as hell don't want to see the end of the fishing line smack into a woman's face and the man laugh uproariously, calling the female all kinds of names and insinuating she likes it. You call this amusement? This is fun? This is entertainment? No. This is B.S. When you have to humiliate and degrade people to have a laugh, then you need to reconsider how you spend your downtime.
Ok, so maybe I'm coming off a bit strong here. It just riles me up to think people actually enjoy going out to be humiliated and talked down to, like they're scum. It annoys me to know a man is employed to be a complete and utter jackass. And, on top of that, the crowd urges him on while getting rapaciously sloshed.
I will never go back here. I want nothing to do with a place like this. In fact, I feel sort of bad for anyone who likes this place for the sheer fact that they can get a verbal beating by a dude with an IQ lower than the goldfish he torments.
If that's your bag, enjoy. Just leave me out of it.
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