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| - In a word: run for your effing life.
After reading the review on it in the New Times, we decided to hit this place with some friends. It was the first time for all of us, and to be fair, we are not of the "Scottsdale" scene and that was definitely part of the problem.
I'll make this simple:
Issue #1: Made reservations for 8:30 and even though almost every table was open, we couldn't be seated for a good 15 minutes.
Issue #2: Um, is this place a restaurant or a dance club? A DJ fired up at 9p and it wasn't music you could ignore. It was like eating in "Trainspotting".
Issue #3: Gigantic, pointy rock in the middle of the "dance floor"
Issue #4: $12 for four TINY SLIVERS of tuna that wouldn't make an anorexic full.
Issue #5: Over an hour to get our meals, which were served one at a time, apparently whenever they were ready.
Issue #6: Did I mention there was a DJ?
Issue #7: The crowd was of the Paris Hilton type, which I was expecting, considering. However, my friend summed it up perfectly, when she said, "This is the kind of place where you can see a 40 year old puking in the bathroom around 10pm." Well done, my friend.
Issue #8: The service: horrendous. Our server actually admitted to us that the kitchen crew was hammered because they'd been at the Scottsdale Culinary Fest all day. I'm sure they remembered to wash their hands, though.
Other than that, it was fine.
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