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| - i had no idea durant's was so cool baby when i decided i had to go there. here's the story.
in my last semester of college i did a huge invetigative thing on don bolles (the reporter who was murdered here in '76). anyway, when interviewing all the old school reporters who were tailing the mob back then, the name Durant's came up every time. most of the hotels, restaurants, coffee shops they talked about for insider tips and secret rendevous didn't exist anymore, but this one did. so i thought how cool it would be to see this part of az history.
two years later i finally made it (god, i've been out of college two years? whew). it was nothing like i expected from the seedy stories i was told that went on here 30 years ago.
first, the entrance through the kitchen kind of rocks - it's hotter in there than it was outside in august, the chefs look annnoyed and it feels awkward, but damnit where else can they charge nearly $20 for a caesar salad and make you walk through a hot ass kitchen to do it?
i had heard the martinis were the bee's knees here, so i ordered one, with vodka, dirty. i'm not just saying this - i was ready to have to defend my love of this place despite their overpriced whatever because i had decided two years ago this place was awesome - that was one damn.good.martini. not too dirty, not too strong, BIG and about $10 (happy hour price). i almost didn't get it because i was hot and thirsty and dirty martini didn't sound refreshing, but it was somehow still delicious.
i only made it to the lounge, which is probably where i'll spend most of my future visits. long bar, great plush, vintage decor, wonderful service. the server was unpretentious, friendly, chatty and professional, right down to how he offered their dessert options. you know how most servers disinterestedly prattle off "double chocolate lava cake, ooey-gooey caramel cheesecake" ? not this guy, he sincerely offered up some of the most delicious concoctions as though he handmade each one as his chosen form of artistic expression.
this place is a time warp. it' still dominantly male business crowd, but i didn't let the polos, silver hair and understated expensive shoes and watches kill my mood (it was tuesday at 5:30, what can you expect?). plus it's on central, and i feel it's my duty to go uot of my way to support biz's stuck in the light rail construction mess.
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