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| - I, apparently, am one of the few people that actually likes My Florist. I think that all you need to know is that the Jazz pianist kicks ass. Seriously. She is fantastic. Just get a drink, sit at the bar and listen. You don't need a $12 foo foo drink, just get a coke (or a tea, which is chai and yummy).
The atmosphere is "wine bar." There are gay men more feminine than me on dates. There are yuppies. There are snooty old people. DUH. Come on people! If you live downtown, you have encountered all of these people in your day, and you came out all right. I am way more hippie than yuppie, and I survived. (Side note: Why are there 57 "wine bars" in downtown Phx? Can we get a variety here?)
MF has a decent selection of vegetarian items, and everything that I have tried has been good, but this is not the reason to go to MF. The pianist is.
So. Go here. Try some good bread (made right next door), and listen to that pianist. She is awesome. I want to have her babies.
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