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This place is hit or miss. While I LOVED my first experience here, I HATED my second (and last). The place was entirely too packed and loud. I felt like I was standing in everybody's way and couldn't really enjoy my drink or the conversation with my date.
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Wow, a bar in Scottsdale that's friendly, laid back and inviting in such a way that you never want to leave. In fact, you want to keep ordering drinks while you claim a table near the fireplace and dart board. Yes, when I got to TT Roadhouse, I didn't know what to expect. When I walked in, I saw Christmas lights, wooden benches and people gathered around the bar. These people were "real" people with tats, facial hair, unkempt hair. Some were even a bit dingy in appearance. Charming, if you ask me. I felt immediately comfortable, like I didn't have to worry about being anything but myself. I took a good look around and saw that the people here with me probably felt the same way - hence why they were there that night.
Fact of the matter is, I didn't want to leave. But, considering I didn't drive, I had no choice. Yet, if I had gotten my way, I would have stayed here longer. In fact, I probably would have skipped the previous two bars and made a bee-line for TT's. I mean, this place is the closest I've come to discovering a small, cool and relaxed bar in Scottsdale. (Reminds me of neighborhood bars you'll find in Chicago.)
You won't find fake blondes here, unless they're platinum blonde with plugs and mary janes. No, I don't mean to sound stereotypical. I just like how you can walk into this bar and "fit in." It doesn't matter if your shirt's the only clean-smelling one you could find in your dirty hamper or if it's the brand new one you found at your fave retailer. Whatever. S'all good here.
Even better, the bartender! C'mon now. There's something romantically bizarre about a super tall man with dred locks behind the bar, overseeing the entire establishment as if he were also the security dawg. He had a "tough guy" persona. I bet, though, he's one cool mofo. In fact, he reminded me of my fave House DJ, Donald Glaude. Perhaps that's why I immediately liked him. He had that air about him, like he'd be one of the funniest people you'd ever meet. He was also quick to notice me when I went up to place my order. Earlier in the night, when my fave bar comrad and myself went to order a round for ourselves and our friends, we said, "One snakebite." Then we began to have a quick-paced convo with Bartender Glaude about what was in that mix. "Isn't it Cider?" "No, I think it's Bass." "No, maybe it's Bass and Cider." Ah, classic!
One thing I did notice, though, was that when we walked in, there was no music playing. It took a good 10 minutes for anything to come on. That was a bit off-putting. But, once the tunes started, I settled into the booth by the fireplace and enjoyed my Black Velvet and a game of friendly darts.
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