My dad is amazing. You know how guys always fear girls with "Daddy Issues" because they're usually extremely effed up after being utterly neglected by their father throughout their formative childhood and therefore seek the approval of men via ridiculous drama-filled dating antics for the rest of their life? Yeah, I'm not one of those people. My dad is one of my best friends. I even started giving him the fist bomb, complete with the added explosion, to celebrate our comradery.
My dad comes into Phoenix to visit me about twice a year. Clearly, I bookmark the most expensive places that I could never go but would really like to visit for times when I know he will be in town. Mastro's was one of those places. He took me and about 8 of my closest friends out to dinner here and it ranks as one of the greatest meals of my life. We started with a the seafood tower that came with unbelievably fresh seafood (even for non-arizona standards) complete with a dry ice presentation that made us the center of attention for at least 15 seconds. Heellllls yeah.
The food was amazing, but at $50 a plate, it should be, so I won't elaborate too much. What was surprisingly awesome was our server. He wasn't at all stuffy or condescending, looking at our table of many twenty somethings accompanied by one somewhat obnoxious 50 year old (my dad). He even politely played along with my dad's joke of leaving a Giant Eagle "Frequent Shopper" card as payment for our bill of well over $500.
One of the best nights of my life, period. If I can ever afford it again, I wouldn't hesitate to come back.