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| - Saturday night, the new sports bar on the block has great press, and a good pedigree yet is 2/3 empty. A bad sign. Our server, as kind and attentive as can be, informs us that there will be a delay as people didn't show up for work. Ok. The place is mostly empty, but we'll go along for the ride.
Drinks come, and they're fine.
Our first appetizer comes (fried pickles), and I'm a little shocked by the meager portion. They taste alright, but the pickles are all stuck together and under seasoned. Not a great beginning.
The second appetizer comes out, beer Mac and cheese. A disgrace. First, the chef should read the definition of macaroni. It doesn't just mean pasta (this Mac and cheese uses a flat noodle). I'd gladly forgive this transgression, but the flavor was just awful. Pointless, overpriced, and not fit for human consumption.
Ok, so we're very concerned at this point and have lowered our expectations greatly. The entrees arrive (after a while, but we were primed for this) and the burger was actually good. In spite of my burned bun. The steak sandwich we ordered tasted alright, but was cold, and chewy.
A total disappointment. With Las Vegas being a culinary heavyweight these days, there's no point in returning. I'm sorry I came to begin with. I have the Weekly to blame. #trustbutverify
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