The entrance to the parking garage is on the southwest corner of Washington. Pay attention, people. This is important. Yeah, I know - it looks like it's on 3rd Street, but it's not. That's a service entrance. The actual entrance is the one that looks like an exit. But it's not just an exit - it's the entrance. My first pass I drove right by it thinking it was the exit and the entrance must have been on 3rd Street and had to go around the block. But it was 5 o'clock. And there was a Suns game. Fuck the Suns. Took me 20 minutes to go around the fucking block. So my second pass I turned left on 3rd Street. And 3rd Street's a one-way going south so I couldn't just turn around. Another 20 minutes around the block. Third pass I was so pissed it was my third pass I wasn't paying attention and thought 3rd Street was 4th Street and drove right by it again. Fucking shit, man. Why is there no 4th Street? What the fuck happened to 4th Street? Jesus Christ. Who built this fucking city? Burn them. Find them and fucking burn them. Are you paying attention? Pay attention, people. This is important. I don't want this to happen to you. I care about you. Well, most of you. Some of you, anyway. Whatever. The entrance to the parking garage is on the southwest corner of Washington.
The food's okay. Little pricy. Cool presentation. I'll upload a pic of our app later when I've had some time to cool off. Make sure you go with someone you that makes you smile, that's what made it for me. Sorry for all the fucks.