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| - Friday's Front Row is a bar located in the Arizona Diamondbacks' Chase Field. You can walk straight into the bar during games for free, without a ticket, and find yourself a seat either at the bar itself or at one of the high tables. The tables closest to the field are, of course, reserved for ticket-holders only. But the further tables, if you can nab one, still have direct views of home plate. I love coming here with friends, especially when it's a mixed crowd of males/females, under my generalization that many of my female friends aren't big enough baseball fans to sit down and stare at the field in regular seats for 3 hours. If we come to Fridays instead, the focus isn't the field but simply the atmosphere and your company. You sit in a fun environment, order drinks and food from the menu, and just have a good time with friends. The game is viewable at every angle on tv's located throughout the bar. And every time something exciting happens, the crowd at the stadium gets loud and you can switch over to looking at the field to see what's happening. When a Dback hits a homerun, the bar lights up with excitement along with the rest of the stadium. It's a lot of fun.
Four stars and not five because I think the management can do better in terms of service.
With all that out of the way, let me tell you the story of what happened when I had lunch here for the very first time, when there wasn't a game going on.
My friend J and I walked into the lobby area of the stadium to take the elevator up to the restaurant. As we walked toward the elevator, a Mexican man (his nationality becomes relevant later, trust me) was discretely standing by it and he got into it with us. We rode up the elevator, got out at the restaurant, and told the host we were a party of two. However, as he walked us toward our table, unbeknownst to us the Mexican gentleman was walking right behind us. When we got to our booth, J had a seat, then I slid in behind him. And it was then that I saw the Mexican gentleman slide in behind ME.
As J and I sat there soaking this incomprehensible scenario in for about 5 seconds, the host looked at me with an equally confused look on his face and asked, "Uh, you only want two menus, right?" I looked at the host. I looked at the Mexican, who was sitting right next to me in the booth looking straight ahead. I looked back at the host, and said, "Um. He's not with us." The host looked back at me with a mix of--if you can imagine it--confusion and suspicion. I looked at the Mexican. J looked at me and the Mexican in total bewilderment. The Mexican finally turned to me and said something in Spanish. Conveniently, I speak 3 different languages. Unfortunately none of them happens to be the most prevalent second language in the state in which I've grown up. So I told him, "No hablo espanol!"
At that point the Mexican said something to the host (who was Hispanic American) in Spanish, and he slowly got out of the booth and the two walked away. Our waitress came to us about a minute later and not having seen what just transpired, asked us, "Is it just the two of you today?" We burst out laughing.
The host later told us that as he had walked the Mexican out of the restaurant, he told him that we had supposedly invited him to have lunch with us. Neither me, J, the waitress, nor the host could figure out the mysterious tactic this person was trying to apparently use to get a free lunch out of us.
So that's the story. I think it's safe to assume that this will not happen to you if you decide to eat here. But it is pretty damn funny so I had to include it in the review.
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