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| - It was a cold, rainy day. My former roomie and I entered TB's store. Now stop right here! I do not shop at TBs. I'm trying to get to the restaurant. The store? Pahhhleeeze....it looks like the changing room for a bunch of Magnum P.I.'s extras. When I see, the older, white, Scottsdale men, wearing these hideous shirts, tucked into their pleated khaki shorts and their tassled loafers, I seriously want cover them in burlap and throw them into a van. That said, I had a delicious sea bass preceded by perfect crab cakes. We downed a bottle of Pinot Noir and waited for the storm to pass. And waited. And waited. The dining room has windows on three sides and we felt as though we were witnessing a true Bahaman hurricane. ALthough service was great and the food was good, all in all, too overpriced for what you got. But the next time it monsoons, I'm gonna rally up the gang and head to TB's for some mai tais and to make fun of the Tom Selleck wanna be's!
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