I actually got great bar service here at an event recently. A Scottsdale bar full of silicon and gym beefcake is usually hard to compete against. But I learned this middle aged gay guy with a receding hairline can hold his own against the vacuous Scottsdale hipsters. Of course it didn't hurt that I purposefully over tipped on my first round and realized if you step real hard, ever so slyly, on some bitches big toe, she tends to move out of the way. I thought the lay of the land (no pun intended, no, actually, pun intended) was pretty dang cool. The fire stands on the patio were awesome. Comfortable furniture strewn about was a nice place to plop after trying to keep up with the hip hop music. What no Pet Shop Boys or Cyndi Lauper. Damn! I ran up a pretty hefty bar tab...$140...no big surprise there. I mean on the prices people. Not on the quantity consumed. And certainly I was buying drinks for others. So, I won't go out of my way to go here, but adaptable Sagitarriun that I am, I can kick it anywhere and have a good time.