Sure it's a bit scuzzy, but they have a wall of freakin' Slurpee machines filled with booze.
It's really the antithesis of everything a good cocktail should be. And I should hate it. But I don't. Part of the problem comes from growing up in Miami.
The national drink of the Florida Keys is the Rum Runner. It's a cocktail that is pretty much impossible to find north of Miami. But Fat Tuesday's has it. Well, all Fat Tuesday's besides this one. WTF.
I was surprised to see that they have a drink made with Pyrat rum. And it was fine. But it wasn't the Fat Tuesday's experience of my youth that I was hoping for.
Where did the Rum Runner go?
Well, the bartender explained that they had to take out a few machines to make room for additional bottles of booze. Apparently someone had the bright idea that Fat Tuesdays should actually mix cocktails besides just pour frozen boozy slushies into plastic cups.
Whoever had that idea should be fired.
Boozy slushies in plastic cups is what this place is about. And in the heat of a Tempe summer a Rum Runner would be just about perfect. But they are gone because apparently some fool thought it would be a good idea to sell cosmos too.