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| - We drove into Phoenix pretty late and decided to check out its downtown nightlife. It looked like a ghost town. Nothing was open, there was a baseball game earlier, so there were balloons and trash on the sidewalks. We walked into Kincaid's to be met by a frazzled waitress who asked us to wait while she looked for a lost parking validation ticket for a customer. There was a bachelorette party in the lounge area, so there was a some music playing, with a few drunken young ladies next door. No biggie, they were having a blast. The manager saw us at the door, came and sat us, told us about the special, ordered drinks. The server who met us at the door came and took our order, did not write it down-- which I am OK with, I was a server, and I know I can handle not writing down 3-4 orders. There were only 2 of us. She came back to the table to verify what I wanted: A side of Grilled prawns and grilled asparagus. The clam chowder and my salad were really good. We came in an hour before close, so I wasn't expecting much. When our food arrived, it was not what I ordered. I wanted just a side of grilled prawns and asparagus-- not the meal with fried capers, leeks and potatoes. It was late, so I didn't complain. The food was good, so I didn't want to risk upsetting an obviously frazzled server, when I knew that they still had to clean up after the private party and the other 4 tables, an hour before close. If we go again, we'll go earlier.
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