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| - The Yard House is the Reggie Bush of Phoenix establishments. O-ver-rated.
Undeserving of accolades, superficially interesting, won't stand the test of time, all sizzle - no steak.
I mean, what can one expect from a corny chain, where one is overwhelmed by Disney-fied cake and ale? This place couldn't be less lame if they renamed it Chotchkie's and served Extreme Fajitas. Actually, I'm shocked that they don't.
Okay, okay. I like beer. They've got it. But where is their sincerity? They couldn't give a squirt of piss that they are serving rare Belgian pilsner. I'm supposed to feel okay about this? I need authenticity when I'm at a bar. This is why so many Ultras in Scottsdale or LA or wherever fail with me, the dearth of convincing clientele, staff, and moreover, product. Don't shit on my pillow and tell me its a little piece of chocolate.
Overall, this is a genuine 1-star rating ... not one of those mealy-mouthed "oh, i wanted to give it LESS but I couldn't!" reviews. Go grab a beer here, but don't expect anything more than a bridled time with the fancypants of Fashion Square Mall.
P.S. One time I saw a guy valet his yellow Testerossa here and got out like he ran shit ... until minutes later the exact same model pulled into the valet area right behind him. Ha! Nice rental, watermelon balls.
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