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| - Car buying, it is something that most people are familiar with. Choices in spades; what type of trim, color, upholstery selection, sport kit, body flash, electronics levels, stereo package A. B. or C.
A Honda Accord. This is the type of car a middle-class suburbanite who lives in a plan cloned house with 2 kids and a dog, or cat, if your into that, would buy. He likes it for the value it provides, the build quality, and the brownness of it all. Mr. super suburbanite likes the overall package, not too hot, not too cold. He wants good food, better service, and a comfortable atmosphere.
Kona Grill is not for this person. Let me tell you who would like Kona Grill.
The gentleman in the kitted Neon box, with 3000 watts of stereo, flash rims, and orange paint. He would love this place! All the flash and boom, and none of the quality. Rubbish gearbox, bad engine, woeful 18th century suspension, the lot. But at least it makes a lot of noise, and its orange.
Kona Grill is supposed to have a quality Happy Hour. I have not tried the Happy Hour, but whatever. The Thai peanut noodles where completely awful. The next time I want linguine with peanut butter I'll make it myself. The breaded onion rings, presented tower-like, delivered wave-after-wave of blandness. I've had more convincing water. For a place masquerading in a Kona mask I expected more things from Hawaii on the menu, or at least an attempt with something other than pineapple, which by the way is from South America. Kona Grill is pretty much like a Scottsdale themed Applebees.
That said, just go there to get pissed and chat up the birds on a hen night. An A on that front. I hear the salads are good, so I'll go back to try that and the Happy Hour. 3 Stars because what limited experience I had was woeful, but I'll go back because a bit of flash and kit is every man's secret desire.
Cheers
Until then, get the beers in....
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