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| - For me, the best thing about the Armadillo Grill was the waitress. Fast, attentive, very good interaction with multiple (and difficult) personalities, and knowledgeable of the product.
As far as the food goes, the person I was with swears by their spicy chicken wings. I'm a big boy and I enjoy having more than a little bite into a wing only to encounter bone on the next nibble, so ... pass for me. I had the veggie burger, which I would best describe as falafel on a bun. If you like falafel, you'll like this. The salad dressing (blue) was weak and the salad itself nothing special. Likewise, the iced tea was watery.
I was also surprised how warm it was in the restaurant. Plenty of fans going, but it felt really stuffy (ironically, when we left later, it felt cooler outside on the wrap-around patio with misters than it did inside.
My friend took me here so we could talk about some private issues he was having. Why he chose this place -- outside of the fact he's a wing fanatic -- is beyond me. It is a sports bar and this was evident even at 3pm, when you would think most people would be at work. To say the noise level was a bit loud is like saying Liberace was slightly flaming. There were no games on, that I could see, but by the shouts and testosterone-fueled "yeahs" you heard every 2 minutes, you would think the Superbowl was moved to a Thursday.
So, in conclusion, while fans of this place will no doubt have many unflattering comments to throw at me -- most regarding my obvious lack of masculinity -- I can only say that this would be the place to go if you're seriously into sports bars or just can't live without their wings.
As for me, I'll take my obviously nelly self to a real place where I can enjoy my food and conversation in peace.
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