How can you have a sports bar in Phoenix called "Catch 22" and not have anything on the wall for Larry Nance. They got a Clyde Drexler jersey on the wall when you walk in which made me want to puke, and after drinking a Miller Lite draft I actually did puke. Taste like they haven't cleaned their keg lines for years. Got a chicken sandwich which was dry and tasteless. Waitress was nice to us, but I think she spent most of her time out back smoking a cigarette, because we never saw her.
Unless you're a local drunk and you need a place within walking distance of your home avoid this place.