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| - My wife and I have heard a couple times that Fleming's has a really good happy hour, and since we recently moved into the vicinity, we thought we'd give it a try at about 530 on a Saturday afternoon. Our visit lasted exactly 5 minutes. That was long enough to have a seat at the bar and have the snobby bartender treat us like lepers for deigning to ask questions about the specials. Judging by his terse and unhelpful answers, you're either in their little Happy Hour club and already have the options memorized, or you're out, so don't bother him. I don't know if the bartender is trying to apply the Jehovah's Witness Heaven Limit to the number of people allowed to enjoy Fleming's Happy Hour, or if he was annoyed that he couldn't carry on an uninterrupted conversation with a coworker about scheduling work hours, or if he's just a knob, but we were interested in having a nice little time out, not cracking some bartender-induced secret code of Happy Hour enlightenment, so we got up and left. We went across the lot to another restaurant and were treated to friendly service, great food, and good drinks, at a real Happy Hour with happy people.
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