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| - This is "that" bar in Scottsdale. That divey bar, that brings in the rejects from other places because guys are drunken idiots, and girls are hot messes.
It's not the most hygienic bar in the world, but then again, find me a dive that is.
It's generally crowded on a weekend night, and you will have the regulars sitting up front. They've probably worked at the bar before, and have no place else to go.
On Friday, we ran into some old guy who was wearing headphones. Maybe that's the hot new fashion accessory? We also met some guy who told us he was a cop. Then he showed us his badge, and I caught on...he was a parole officer. Two different things. Jeez. We got free drinks out of making new friends, though.
Then you have the rest of the place teeming with Scottsdale douchebags and whores. It's the perfect place to people watch, and judge. I love to judge.
Now that I got all the snark out of my system for this particular review, I will say that this is a pretty cool place. You get beers in 24oz bomber bottles, the drinks are strong, and the bartenders make creative shots.
My friend kept saying that the Orange Julius shot touched her soul. I believe it too. I saw the happy look on her face. A few times.
The patio can get a little crowded if you want to get some air.
Bathrooms. Pray to God you don't have to piss if you are a man, otherwise be prepared for the trough. Thankfully I found a bush somewhere afterwards. Kidding. Or am I?
Will I return? Yeah. Definitely.
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