| rev:text
| - It sits so inconspciously you can easily miss it if you don't know what you are looking for. Sitting at the headwaters of Mill Avenue, Final Round appears to be very much off the beaten path, a place favored mostly by international aid relief workers, representatives from Western energy coroporations, and the occasional tourist. Almost no one comes here by mistake.
The design is very modest, although there is indoor plumbing. A very large colour television set christens one side of the room, buffeted by a few tables and booths. Opposite this is an imposing bar, and a small area for darts. It is far from tranquil though, and one occaison we were graced by a visit by none other than a roving band of the Ed Hardy Army. It was an impressive sight, even for this hardened war correspondent. The men flexed their muscles under exceedingly tight uniforms, their hats drawn so low over their faces as to obscure their very humanity. The women's physiques also burst at the seams, reinforcing the world's oldest pecking order. A sighting of the Army this far south in Tempe, however, cannot be a good sign. Decades of intergenerational conflict, cultural famine, and poor management of natural resources has left the local population with little means to cope, and the Army's presence can hardly be welcome.
Whatever compelled the raid, it likely was not the culinary diversity of Final Round. While the beer is indeed cold, and the food edible, it boasts a menu so small you would assume it was owned by a Scottish expat. I had heard good things about their wings but I never had the patience to try. Expect to find only the most traditional of bar food offerings here, and no local color aside from perhaps Four Peaks ale.
Service is also annoyingly slow. There is an honest explanation, for the Final Round has often only two people working the floorspace at any given time...and one is usually at the bar. The waitress is usually cheerful, if not overburdened...and that makes up for some of the delay. Still tensions have been known to rise as patrons anxiously await their food
Many presume the real motivation for the Army's visit was its rather low prices for pitchers of beer. That may be true, but the food is not a particular great value. However it won't burn a hole in anyone's pocket either. A recent model speaks to the managment's desire to change this perhaps, and appeal to a richer and more worldly clientele. But for now, heaven will have to wait, and life will continue on as it has in this part of the world for decades.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)