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| - Went here for a fairly rowdy bachelor party--"what, you are a lady!" you say? "Nay, I am a woman with many a male friend. Let me continue my story." say I. -- and knew well what I was getting into. I'm trying not to taint this review with how very out of my normal "happy place" a place like Dick's is. I'm a quiet bar, good whiskey, long rambling conversation, sort of girl. Dick's is...conducive to these things.
One of our party kept hitting himself in the nuts with the yard long slushie tube around his neck. So that was how the night was gonna be, and these are my friends. I had chosen to be here. So it is in that context, I review Dick's Last Resort.
The Bachelor in question had a blast. So that was the first and foremost goal. Accomplished. Our "Dick" waiter was actually quite funny, and had the tact to realize who could take, and wanted to take the brunt of his ribbing, (Hint. He kept hitting himself in the nuts with a 3 foot slurpee. Surprise.) Or maybe he just went for the low-hanging frozen fruit. Either way, he dished it out pretty evenly with liberte and egalete and fraternite, and then focused like a comedic laser. The show was definitely the best part of the experience, and makes me want to hike the review to four stars.
It's the combination of food/beer, and price point that prevent me from doing so. I had hot wings (a side of hooters quips) which were pretty good, the sauce tasted an awful lot like Franks RedHot, and some mozzerella sticks, which were...okay. Damned tasty after I had my second beer. But woah, that beer was expensive. Even for the strip. The whole bill was somewhere around $60. For 2 beers and 2 appetizers, pre-tip for the entertainment. Yeah.
The food wasn't that much more amazing than a TGIFridays type place; less of a frozen gloppy taste but still not worth $60 for wings and mozzarella sticks. I knew it was gonna be spendy, but at the end of a 'meh' meal, it's pretty hard to swallow plopping down a cool hundred for bud, decent entertainment and food you didn't particularly like.
You go to Dicks for the show, but be prepared to pay Strip Inflated prices. I think the next time I go I'll eat before I head out there, and then my budget won't hurt so bad.
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