Upon entering, if the first thing that happens is three hot women at the bar turn to look at you and smile, quickly compelling you to look in all directions to make certain they're actually looking / smiling at you, AND THEY ARE, then it's hard to be objective about writing a review.
The place was wonderful.
Not because of the way too strong IPA beer.
Or the soggy nachos.
Or the half off prices during happy hour.
But because three hot Scottsdale babes giving me a major eyeball f&^k.
I'm coming back for more of this shit, oh-boy, howdy!
This was a long overdue booster-shot of self esteem.
One that may just get me off the Wellbutrin once and for all.
If those same three are there the next time I go (tomorrow) I'll know something's fishy.