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So, we ventured to the place that is the talk of the town...well for the moment at least. It was time for happy hour and time for me to treat myself to a tasty strong beverage.
The layout of the place is awesome, especially with the stage in the middle and a bar right in front. It is immediately apparent, that we are surrounded by cougars and older men. Ok cool, at least the bartender in her hot little corset looked like she was our age...too bad that her attitude sucked to say the least and she had no clue what was going on. Aaaaanyways, back to this tasty beverage..
We order the strawberry kiwi martini, calamari, a Caesar salad, and quesadilla.
Ok ok, I know, what the hell was I thinking, ordering a strawberry kiwi martini if I wanted something strong. My fault, but it sounded delicious. Well, epic fail. Aside from the fact that there was ZERO alcohol in the drink, I was more overwhelmed by the exfoliating action my tongue was getting from all of the kiwi seeds. Yucky.
On to the food. Well...after waiting for a loooong time it finally arrived. The Caesar salad was tiny - and we ordered the full size. They should have brought me some chop sticks or even better tooth picks to eat it with, maybe then it would have filled a small crevice in my stomach. Then the calamari. Yes, I know we are in the desert, but come on...don't feed me some chewy crap drenched in buffalo sauce - even though the sauce was probably the best thing. The quesadilla was solid, but what can you fuck up there?
Overall, bleh. Nice try, but a definite fail. Not impressed with the service, the drinks, the food, or the servers to be honest.
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