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| - I give it a one reluctantly...because there is no zero. I travel. A lot. I have been in nearly every mid to major airport in the country and several one flight a day operations. And this, bar none, is the worst. I cringe at the thought of flying out of Phoenix.
The bartender has zip zilch nada personality and makes you feel like you are a hassle. I was hoping for a bristley Sam Elliot or Karen McCluskey type from this leathery character, but nothing. The lady next to me and I are having a great laugh about it, but Damn. She was here last time I was here. I didn't review because, I like second chances in general. Take a look at my reviews. Most are positive.
Sadly it is the only bar in terminal 2. On my next visit I will drop off at terminal 3 or 4, hopefully have a better ....
Wait!
Someone just asked here if she could turn to the game. Yup. Rude to her too.
...anyway... I will crawl along the hot sidewalk in 100+ degrees of Arizona summer from those terminals to 2 just avoid this place. For now though, I'll just sit here and drink this luke warm beer and eat this surprisingly decent brat with not surprisingly sawdust textured fries until United let's me carry my miserable ass on board....let's hope they are on time...for once.
Note: I won't post this until I leave in hopes things turn around. If you're reading this.... Oh well.
Oh well? Well...I just watched her clean out the sink trap and it's gunk, not wash her hands, then grab a couple of glasses and fill with luke warm beer for us sheep. For the record. Germs don't phase me. I switched to vodka just in case.
A super nice fella... polite like your great uncle at church...sat down, asked about a salad, received his abuse, asked about wifi, received his abuse, and then cowered at the possibility of asking for anything else. No worries. I helped him into the free PHX wifi after the dismay faded from his face.
To be continued?
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