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| - On a recent trip to Phoenix, a friend of mine suggested we meet his girlfriend and her posse at the W Hotel rooftop deck in Scottsdale. It was a Saturday night and the place was rocking. I had to laugh @ the sizzle dick doormen who gave us "f you" look when we walked to the door. We were told we would need to wait while other, I suppose, more attractive clientele strolled in. I hate this bullshit. I have not waited in a line to get in anywhere since I was in college. Of course, the moment the ladies came down to rescue us, we were transformed into handsome and worthy dudes (which, of course, we are). It never hurts to have young, hot babes seeking you out I suppose..Whatever....it worked and we were off the sought-after rooftop deck.
It was a gorgeous, clear, breezy, and warm evening in Scottsdale. The rooftop deck was perfect, with inviting lounge chairs, couches, and enough space to not feel encroached upon. Drinks were reasonably priced, service was OK. Eye candy was off the charts. Felt like I was in NYC for fashion week. Never seen heels so high and dresses so short...not that I am complaining..........
Thank goodness I wore my good shoes and they were shiny....
All in all....once we passed front door...it was an enjoyable experience. I would go back....but maybe not on a Saturday night.
Ambiance.....5 stars
Clientele......5 stars
Attitude ........1 stars
Service.........3 stars
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