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| - I don't believe I've seen so much vegetation in an establishment in this city since the last time I went to Home Depot and wandered into their gardening center. I loved the vibe right off the bat, especially when my girlfriends and I were led to the back garden. It was so refreshing to see trees that were not cactus, as if you really were in a "park on Fremont"!
Our server Liza was very friendly and it was with her that I finally fulfilled a childhood dream when I ordered a cocktail and said, "I will have the Unicorn, please," "the Unicorn" being a ginger beer & vodka cocktail - pretty much two of my favorite beverages in a glass. Liza was attentive and on top of the ball the whole night, so props to her! We were three of those girls boys hate to take out and all ordered salad - two of us got strawberry balsamic salads and the other ordered the steak salad. The greens were crisp - not limp at all, while the bleu cheese crumbles were not too overpowering, the portions of chicken were generous, the candied walnuts were crunchy, and the strawberries gave it just the right amount of a sweet kick.
The food hadn't even hit the table when we noticed a sewage stench near our seats against the wall that separates Park (is it okay if I just call you that?) with Radio City Pizza. We tried to do our best and give Park the benefit of the doubt, knowing that this is probably out of the restaurant's control, but then it also became noticeable that the music was TOO loud. I was in the middle of yelling about the onset of my quarter-life crisis to my friends when of course the Kings of Leon song in the back ended right as I was shouting, "AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE!" Great. I might as well have just megaphoned this news to the whole restaurant.
Until the noise is controlled in the back (is it like that in the front too?) I probably won't think too much about grabbing a bite there, but otherwise this could be a great place to post up for a beverage - the generous pours into mason jars means I made the right decision to have skipped the Strip to imbibe more for less.
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