It was a Sunday night visit to Stingray. With a variety of sushi, drinks, blasting music and hipster decor, the place is designed to cater to the 21-35 set. And so it seems to be doing a great job of that -- the place was packed to the gills (no pun intended) with the typical Scottsdale club trash -- the finest sets of plastic tits and bleached teeth that daddy's money can buy.
Despite sitting squarely in their age demographic, the place was so not my speed. Although the sushi was good, and the sashimi very fresh, the place had all the ambiance of a high-school cafeteria. Imagine the cheerleader table after 5 appletinis, now multiply that by 10.
Perhaps a Tuesday night visit would be a bit more low key. Our dinner companion and I are willing to give it another go (I can overlook ambiance for good food). My boy, Epistoman, however would rather ram a chopstick into his eye than eat there again.