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| - Brilliant place. I think Scottsdale, in general, is a fantastic place, so new, crisp, rich, clean, modern. Although as I walked through the dark streets last night, heels clicking against the pavement, I noticed it lacked something - character. Soul, heart, whatever you want to call it, it lacks the gravitas that cities likes Chicago, New York, Boston, have earned through decades of human history, donated by the variety of people that have called them home. No - at first glance - it's seems to be a playground for young beautiful white people with too much money to throw around, and not enough sense to give it to me.
I'm sooo gonna get in trouble.
The point is, the Kazimierz felt genuinely good. It felt like the one place in my adventures where the people were good, and music was true, and the atmosphere was...simply right. The place was very dimly lit almost to a fault, although now I couldn't imagine it being brighter and having the same feel to it. The furnishings are an interesting fusion of modern function (metal/glass tables) vs. traditional form (wooden bar), which suited the place very well.
The wine list is extraordinary - unfortunately I was already feeling a bit exhausted that night otherwise I would've been more adventurous, but their dozens of wine flights all have great themes, and all wines are served in a small carafe to preserve...um, insert something smart here.
The live jazz band was of course a great attraction - good oldies, good wine, and dark rooms always make you feel warm inside.
Can't say too much for the food because I didn't have any, but damn that fondue the couple at the table in front of me was having looked tasty.
Last, but not least, the service was efficient and friendly, even on a busy night, which I'm always impressed by.
It's an awkward place to be when you have nowhere to sit, but if you can secure yourself a seat at the bar, or even better, a table, this is a great place to chill out with old friends, sip wine, maybe a little light petting, whatever you're into, I don't like to judge.
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