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| - So I'm in Arizona for business and I decide to look for a place to get a beer and a bite while watching the Angels-Red Sox game. I search for places nearby and see Elis is close by so in I go.
First thing I see are three tvs on the side of the bar, each with a different game on and one of them the Angels game. Yes!!!
I sit down and ask the 60-something barkeep what's on tap. Answer: nothing. Seriously????? Wtf????? It's a BAR how do you not have beer on tap. Oh man.....
They at least had Guinness in a bottle so thinking "OK, the game is on, food on the menu looks interesting, I'll hang around for another beer and some dinner then see how it goes".
20 minutes later and I'm STILL waiting for the bartender to ask me about another beer. Well, was it busy you may ask. No dear reader, it was not. In fact, there were two old guys nearby who are locals and were helped straight away when they needed something. So I'm sitting there watching the old guy, a young guy and the two young girls who were working (hostess and waitress) chatting, talking, doing everything EXCEPT asking me if I want another beer. POOR!!!!!! Very poor....
So, why two stars? I was pretty much ready to walk right then and there, but another bartender came on and immediately asked me if I need another, after introducing himself and shaking my hand. Real nice guy, the kind of bartender you want in the place you go to regularly. So, I stay. Even got some food, a half order of tenderloin sliders which were not bad, along with a half order of sweet potato fries. The fries were decent and are thick steak style fries, not skinny shoestrings. The food actually got them a star right there.
The vibe of the place is interesting. I started reading the reviews of the place while I was waiting for the second beer and getting ignored. Saw a couple mentioning spotty, irregular service. Let's see: 20 minutes of being ignored, check. Younger bald guy walking around and looking at the Yankees game on one of the TVs when He's not chatting up the waitress, check. Yeah, I'd say spotty fits.
Next, clientele. I'm there for happy hour, and I'm the youngest person in the bar who is a customer. Of which there were 10. And I'm going into my mid 40s so there some old folks rocking it. But dammit, none of the cougars the place seems to be known for on other nights then the one I'm there. Hosed again....
So I finish my meal, the cool bartender takes my bill and drops a free shot on the bar for me, a vodka chocolate thing he calls dessert for me. Nice touch, and not bad. Another star for the total of two.
To sum up my long tale of woe: clearly a Monday night at this place during baseball season is not really happening. The food is decent but seriously, unless you're a local and have been coming here for a while, I can't see why you would walk in the door.
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