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| - It's been about a year since we've last eaten here. The last time we came, it was pretty dead, which was strike one. My husband had two Heineken's during the course of our meal, he order a last round, and the waitress brought a Heineken Lite. She also recommended some pretty bad appetizers, which was strike three, but we gave her a pass. Came back tonight to give it another try. Place was pretty busy, and we were happy to see the crowd. Hard to find a good busy spot up north.
Seated ourselves and was not thrilled about the twenty something behind me puffing on what seemed like two at a time, but dealt with it. Took
about 10 minutes for Sarah, our waitress to come over. My husband and I each ordered a drink. Sarah asked us each for ID. Now I like to believe I don't look my age, but I am going to be SIXTY this month, so, although flattered by the request, I was a bit flabbergasted when Sarah said she could not serve me, because I didn't have my ID on me. I asked to speak to the manager, and she blathered on about how, "now that I know you don't have ID on you, I can lose my job if I serve you" Really???? I live in New York, but have a house in LV. We have been up and down the Las Vegas strip this week, and NOT ONE bartender has asked us for ID. After we left Distill, we went to eat at another restaurant nearby. Amazingly, we were not asked for ID when we ordered a bottle of wine. We spent over $100 in this other establishment. Distill, your loss!
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