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| - A For Atmosphere, F for Food - Craft Beer Market is hopping (unintended pun), not for its lacklustre, mediocre, undersized, overpriced food, rather for its location, room size, and the fantastic people watching. The peeps run the gamut, from Rick Redneck, Rob Roughneck, Ollie Oil Guy, Perpetually Dressed Casual Friday Guy, Biz Suits, Retail Sales Suits, UFC Wannabes, even Artie Aristocrat, they all make an appearance at Craft. Women, being the fairer sex, and deserving of more deference, do not require the judgemental adjectives, also vary in presentation here. Slow George had the Classic Burger, the patty was dry and short on flavor; Princess B had the Steak Salad, 4 pieces of beef on wilted and sparse spin; I partook in the Brew Masters Chicken Sang-Wich, chicken breast was tiny and overcooked and instead of menu stated avocado, got guacamole (there's a big diff in flavor in texture & taste between the two); both Slow G and I had fries as part of entrees. The frites, both in size and paper container, reminiscent of the portion found in a McD Happy Meal, just without the taste and certainly no prize; also, being a fan of the deep fried onion goodness, I ordered the Onion Petals for $9! (come on, a quarter onion for 9 sheckles, come on! They've already made their money on serving me a quarter potato's worth in fries!), they were good, but hard to swallow knowing they were price equivalent of gold bullion. On another occasion, the Ra Ra Sisterhood ordered microscopic Crab Cakes (the size of a poker chip) and S&P Wings. G Gurl and I had Barrel Nachos, yeh Barrel alright, barrel of money they're making off of this order for $21 (18 plus 3 for guac), a few chips deceptively served on a keg lid (ingenious marketing) to give the perception of a mountain of nachos; a true indicator of how few chips there were, is that we actually had depleted the small amount of nachos and still had condiments (salsa, sour cream, guac), left over. Service here, however, is always good, servers are pleasant and on top of things. The shenanigans here are noteworthy. One eve, we had three different approaches from varying individuals who sat with us uninvited but much enjoyed for their antics. We even saw a heavily inebriated female squished into her sausage dress attempt manoeuvres usually only performed in Vegas, let's call it Cirque Du Drunk. Another group was comprised of mature females who stated "the guy WE'RE with is a millionaire, he'll buy us all drinks." The Old Money Bags Guy did show, but of course, it was the ladies who attempted to run out on their bill, until the waitress caught them. Then there was the guy who spoke about the lack of "chicks" in the bar, only to speak of his WIFE being at the cabin; Wow. So head to Craft, with the expectation of fun, frolic and lots to envision, just eat first before you arrive, or you'll leave empty of wallet and stomach.
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