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| - I'll give you several good reasons to eat here, particularly men.
First, it's in the new Scottsdale Quarter, which if you haven't been to yet is worth the trip.
Lots of upper end shops that attract lots of highbrow folks, but my main reason for going to Stingray...to people watch.
On a typical weekend night, the place is littered with orange tanned women, botched plastic surgeries, cougars of every persuasion, and women of a certain age who simply can't let go of their youth, evidenced by their twenty something fashion and styling.
The food?
I'm not a Sushi aficionado, so I can't distinguish good yellowtail from whale blubber. Its all rubbery and flavorless to me. But thank God for pickled ginger, wasabi, soy sauce and beer. I can make a meal out those four things alone as I so often do.
But the real reason to eat here is to impress your woman, or any neighboring table of single women should you be dining out with the guys.
I've long held that eating sushi, more particularly sashimi, is an erotic metaphor of sorts. The connotation being that if you eat something really flubbery and disgusting, and, with the faint bouquet of fish, your date, or that gaggle of neighboring cougar divorcees will reason how it shouldn't be a problem for you to munch whatever flubbery mess they're bagging down south.
You don't even need to like sushi, and it just bought you game! A huge win-win in my book.
So being in a place where the women are mostly Scottsdale forty or fifty something divorcees sporting orange accented cleavage and skinny jeans, and, where the food serves as an erotic bellwether, signaling your prowess at eating anything even remotely disgusting, you should consider this place one of Scottsdale's finest!
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