Well after tromping around Davidson with a friend, she said lets go listen to some jazz... Well she had me at Jazz and I was excited to find a small venue to listen to some music... Well, this is NOT a small venue and the jazz was more like smooth jazz -- don't get me wrong, the musicians were good, but not great.
This place is a sports bar, clearly a sports bar... huge and not so cozy. The crowd wasn't my scene and I probably wouldn't go back, well I wouldn't on my own, but if my friend asked me to join her again, I'd think long and hard on whether or not it would be worth the drive.
I ordered a dirty martini... meh me NO think so... it was gross -- and come on... how can one ruin a dirty martini, but then again, I'm sure the frequency of martini drinker here must be little to none. For my second beer I opted for this blueberry beer... and that was yummy.
I guess they are known for their wings, but I doubt I'd go back just to try them. But the what the hell... at least I know now... the Fanz ain't a place for me, yo!