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| - "Hs not small, hs fun-size". That was the hat our server made me, torn in half-since I'm all fun-size. Yes, she spelled that incorrectly, twice....but if I mentioned it, she'd probably tell me to fuck off, since I'm at Dick's.
Standard fried goodies, burgers, steaks and a couple salads. Borderline rude-obnoxious servers literally throwing silverware and straws on your park bench table you'll most likely share with new friends (for a little while, anyway). I had the steak and shrimp for $20 and a Coors Light for $5. Steak was actually very tender and the cocktail sauce for the shrimp had a nice little spicy zip. One of our group had the porterhouse and someone had the big ass burger.
Issue we had was that three dinners, two small beers, two Maker's Marks and three 50oz. beers came to $185. After some number crunching, we discovered that the server took the liberty of giving herself an 18% tip and that the 50's were $17. Course my share of the bill (tax/tip/etc) should have been $30, but the guy in our group with the burger didn't chip in enough, so I got to make up the difference. Yes, yes...I know. This specifically doesn't reflect on Dick's but is the main reason why I hate dining with groups.
The "sing along or we play bad songs" gimmick was fun, as well as reading each others hats. Winners include: a gal that just got married ("I'm married, I don't have to give blowjobs anymore") and one of our guys in our group ("I'm the reason some women become lesbians"). The rotund gentleman wearing a thong and giving lap dances was disturbing. The staff will kind of lay off the language around small children, but if you're into the rude-surly attitude, so-so food and singing along to Journey while you're trying to enjoy a steak, welcome to Vegas.
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