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| - Okay, after recently relocating to Midtown from the vapid vortex of the valley (aka N Scottsdale) I knew I was in for some culture shock. After scouring yelp for suggestions, I grabbed my best friend Lisa and we took off an a little mid-week impromptu bar crawl to help familiarize me with my new area.
First stop, The Roosevelt.
Oh my God. How much did I freaking love this place?? I literally felt like Alice and I'd stumbled down the rabbit hole upon entering this quaint and cozy little bar, especially after spending the last 3 years up north. Where were the steroid-induced and over gelled bartenders I had come to expect? And where was the group of young 20 something girls that looked like they wanted to rip my head off right as I walked in the door?? Every where I turned there were great little details. A guy reading a book while throwing back a beer in the corner snuggled up into a chair, a group of interesting looking women having a great time discussing lord knows what, and of course the fabulous bartender that let my friend Lisa (literally the most indecisive person in the world) sample practically every beer on tap until she found the one she liked the best.
And don't even get me started on the beer. For those of you that don't know me, I had a bit of a reputation back in school for basically being able to drink my weight in booze. And yet, after two tall glasses of their intoxicating house beer, shockingly enough I had a nice little buzz going on. No, it may not have been my first drink of the night but that's besides the point : )
Sampled some food at the suggestion of my fellow yelpers, and I don't think anyone in the world has ever inhaled a grilled cheese sandwich and bowl of tomato soup as fast as I did that night. Sooo good.
Only reason I am taking a star away is because of the 1 bathroom. A situation that has proved to become a bit problematic as the place fills up.
Oh well, I absolutely loved it and will definitely return!
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