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| - You can call this place Mulligan's, or Maloney's or Baloney and Cheese, but either way, it blows as hard as the water spout of Moby Dick.
It could be the worst bar I have been to in Phoenix. (and I've been to The Break Room) I don't know what this bar is trying to be? a Pub, a Dance club, a Dive? Talk about identity crisis. Between the attendant in the small bathroom, and scantily clad waitresses, and the abysmal music, this place is a cross section of all that is wrong with Scottsdale bars.
Let me explain:
1. The bathroom is small, do we really need a guy handing out paper towels? I don't see the need for this at all in a place like Mulligan's
2. They play the worst combination of dance/ R&B and rap music. People proceed to "dance" on the patio, (which is no dance floor, it's made of brick) and basically create fodder for the occasionally joke, or innuendo to be thrown around by people like me. I associated the dance floor with a train unloading cattle. It seemed like steer were being brought down a ramp of train car, and my friends and I were bidding on each one. As the inebriated cattle walked by, we were appalled by their excessiveness and complete disregard for themselves. Stupid Cattle. If I had a cattle prod, this would have been an ideal time to zap them into early retirement for the evening. I would have been doing the entire town a favor.
3. This place is dark, and has a pub atmosphere, but is trying to be a dance club. Mulligan's suffers from the $30,000 millionaire syndrome, as many young Scottsdalians do. On the outside you may be wearing Hugo Boss, but inside you are just a 27 year old Insurance Analyst.
I wouldn't set foot in the place again. I am so defiant, the CIA would have to drug me and drag my hooded and shackled to this place. I may even avoid the entire area this bar surrounds. Like a Chernobyl, this place has leaked radiation and everything around is contaminated.
Best line of the night from my friend "This isn't a conducive environment."
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