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| - A corner spot on the patio facing out to Stephens Ave, Ceasars in hand (2 at a time), burgers and wait for it... discovering that you can order deep fried pickles, not featured on any menu. Ladies and gentlemen, we have just found a Stampede nirvana.
I've been here before, for one of Wendy P's awesome CMYEs but there's a difference between the dark dungeon of the cavernous bar-lair and the bright sunlight of the patio. Service is so-so, but I expected as much what with it being Stampede week. The burgers were good, and while my order wasn't exactly what I asked for, there was no way I was turning it away for fear of not being served again. It was holy-hell-hot-Friday-night busy. That's the kind that slaps you in your face and makes a server wonder whatever possessed them to wear any kind of heel to work that day (I remember those days when I was once a server myself)!
Honestly, I think it was because of both the company I was keeping and how busy it was that I loved it so much - sidled up next to new friends, squished together, everyone loud. Everyone partying. And let's be serious -- it's called The Unicorn - I just can't knock that!
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