I really wish I could like Stoudemire's. It is named after probably my favorite basketball player ever: the power, the majesty that is Amare Stoudemire.
It is also an amazing location with an upscale decor that I was really digging. At least after two 24 oz. Stella's, when I started looking around at all the bizarre glowing arrows on the ceiling that make the place seem like a Frank Lloyd Wright inspired church. Perhaps a temple to Him, Black Jesus, who will finally deliver us Suns fans to the promised land.
It's just such a shame the food is so lackluster and expensive, the menu is so pitiful before games, the hours are so freakin stupid, and there are no happy hour or game day drink specials to get me warmed up for the passion and the pride I need to bring to a game.
If there were just a couple of fixes to the factors in that equation (preferably the quality of food and the presence of pre-game drink specials), it might become my venue of choice before a game. As it is, it's a useless restaurant that gets by on its location and name.
But as long as they keep packing them in before every Suns game, I guess they have no reason to stray from their product of offering a few over-priced entrees and drinks on short hours and laughing their way to the bank.