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| - If chain restaurants offer us consistency in service and quality, well, I never need to darken the door of Hard Rock. Good. 20 people walk in on a Friday night. There is only 1 table in the WHOLE place - and the highlight of the group was the 100 year old dude wearing suspenders.
The bartender acted as if the vandal hordes had just descended on her. Seriously, I think she thought she was done for the night. She got pissy with our multiple orders, couldn't remember 2 drinks at a time, and generally was a pain in the ass.
None of the drinks stood out as anything fancy, so we started to pack up and leave. While waiting for my friends to settle up, I stationed myself outside the door, and did some "in person Yelping" - basically telling everyone thinking about walking in to run.
Well, I guess a drunk girl standing outside telling you not to enter is not a good deterrent for everyone. Out of the 5 couples that came up (Conan O'Brian's show had just ended - go Team Coco!) 2 decided to try somewhere else on my words....smart people, they will go far in life. The other 3 doubted my wisdom, and ventured inside.
All 3 walked out before the last of my friends did - every single one of them was stunned at how the single staff member working made them feel like they were intruding (I did exit polling) and decided that there must be another place in Downtown Phoenix on a Friday night that would like some money.
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