Iguana Macks can be a great reality check. If anything, it will remind you how suburbanites in the rest of the country get down. Take any themed tropical bar, ala Rainforest Cafe, that you might find in Bakersfield or Indianapolis, and throw in a dancefloor and some Buck Hunter - and ta da - you have Iguana Macks!
We found ourselves here after a cornhole tournament died down a few neighborhoods away. This place is quite the mob scene on weekends and feels as if half of the singles in Gilbert and Chandler are up in here wearing their evening best -- whether it be from Wet Seal for the ladies or guys sporting black/white caps over their brows ensembles from TapOut.
So you have a few choices:
* Try to engage in some mind-numbing small talk with the regulars.
* Be among the first (because no one else in the club is drunk enough) on the dancefloor to the local band doing mid-90s alt rock covers.
* Or hide in the corner with your friends, and avoid everyone while sharpen your Buck Hunter skills.
We tried those three options in exactly that order until we couldn't take it anymore.