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| - Though the service was achingly, painfully slow- Wait, I should put that in caps, the SLOOOOOOOOW part. I mean, I had to ask a few times if anyone else in our noisy group had their orders taken. Yet, even with that taking place, I will go on record to say that the fish tacos were delightfully crunchy. And the tortilla chips were so very salty, in a good way. Oh, Our server was really nice. She had a great smile for a Monday night.
This is a great place to watch sports. They had at least twenty, maybe twenty five televisions going on at once. And these aren't small TV's, NO, I'm talking big, super-sized TV's. The big suckers. There was one above the bar in my field of vision that I swear seemed as if it were on the edge of our table. It was even more noticeable when one elderly patron yelled out how much she loved near naked men wrestling in near barely there underwear. It changed my thoughts of the UFC fight to be sure.
This place is just fine if you want noisy. This place is okay if you don't really want to have intimate, or semi-coherent, conversations. But I'd only go with a bunch of noisy malingerers and do so for a raucous time. No need to take granny. Unless she likes near naked men wrestling together on the big screen.
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