"2010-03-18T00:00:00"^^ . "10"^^ . . . "2"^^ . "4"^^ . "9"^^ . . "So, I love happy hours. Beyond explanation. You can imagine my excitement to find out that happy hour is from 7 to close. \n\nNeedless to say, we ordered. A lot. Too much. BUT, in my defense...it was like impulse shopping - impulse dining. \n\nAnyways. \n\nI ordered a bloody mary, to get my tummy prepared for the onslaught of food that it was about to receive. Also, the artichoke dip, sliders and tacos. \n\nClock ticking. \nExcitement fading. \nTummy growling. \nIrritation growing. \n\nFinally, the bloody mary arrives! Or should I say tomato juice. No celery salt, hot sauce, worcestershire sauce, ANYTHING. Except for a whole fucking celery tree that was engulfing the glass. \n\nBoo hiss. \n\nThe rest I shall summarize: \nArtichoke dip = large jar of mayo. Again no flavor. \nTacos = soaked in \"sauce\" (aka mayo)...couldn't taste much besides that. \nSliders = ok. Just ok. Meat reminded me of what I imagine wet dog food to taste like. \n\nSo, why the two stars you ask? Well..I added one star for the cheap drink prices during happy hour (stick to beer, maybe). \n\nNow I shall find my giraffe and ride off in the sunset, in search of some good food."^^ .