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| - I went to Harold's Cave Creek Corral for the first time tonight. I wasn't sure what to expect as far as the quality of the place. All I knew when my sister-in-law planned the outing with other family members was that there would be dancing lessons, a live band, a very country atmosphere and an all-you-can-eat fish fry.
The parking lot was packed when we first got there. A good sign. The establishment was huge. Very spacious. And yes, there was definitely a country atmosphere, but it was cool. Our waitress was a dangerously beautiful creature with a great ass, which for me, goes a long way. Her service was not superb, but still better than most places one could go to. At one point, someone in my party spilled a beverage on the table. I asked the beautiful server for some towels, which she promptly provided, but she didn't offer to help clean up the spill. I'm not really sure what the waitressing etiquette is on that one.
The dance lessons were more of a crash course in country and line dancing. I'm not much of a dancer, so when my two left feet were leading my sister-in-law in circles around the floor, our "instructor" informed me in a very annoyed manner that I was taking too big of steps. So he had me dance with his partner, the female instructor, who didn't teach me anything. So that portion of Harold's was the only thing I'd have to say was deliberately sub par.
The live band was a group called Young Country. They were decent, but I can't really critique a country band because I don't listen to country.
So after dabbling in the art of dance, we go back to our table where my appetizer of a cheese crisp is waiting for me. It is definitely crispy. Tasty, but too crispy. My all-you-can-eat fish fry (beer battered cod) then came out, and was quite delicious. Until, half way through, I noticed something foreign in the bite I had just taken and fished (no pun intended) it out of my mouth to find there was an extremely long strand of human hair in the piece of beer battered cod. I promptly notified the manager --and this is the total redeeming factor to the whole Harold's experience--and he was so appalled by this discovery he personally took the food away and brought me another plate of which he watched over the preparation. He then comped me for the meal.
Hey, accidents happen. I understand. But it's the way the staff and manager of an establishment respond that really matters. And after that little bit of nastiness, the manager and waitress at Harold's did everything they could to rectify the situation. I also need to mention earlier in the evening that same manager did what he could to make our lighting situation better, even when it was something he really couldn't have helped without installing a light fixture over our table. A little bit of effort goes a long way.
All in all, Harold's was a pretty cool place. I think I'd rather go during happy hour next time. The dancing lessons and volume of the live band were overwhelming.
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