If I wasn't dragged here on an assignment, you can more than believe I wouldn't be seen within a mile of the place..... literally. I loved the girl in pajamas who tried hitting on us. I also loved the mean mugging Indian chick who called me a pretty boy because I was wearing a button up shirt. Her missing teeth were real attractive. The drinks were sugar heavy visions of diabetes in the future, I think my legs went numb before I left! Sadly, if you could take everything that stereotypes Mesa into one room and add a dash of homelessness, this was it. I will scratch my eyes out before I ever go there again!