Dude, it smells like dirty taco meat in here... Did they not clean out Rio Grande's box? I can only imagine how funky their ice box got in this heat without electricity when they closed. Airing that rank skank musta been a bitch. Putting in "Saloon Doors" on the walk-in ain't gonna help either because it still smells like someone's smuggling a dead kitty in their underpants here.
Someone open a window, I'm gonna jump... Oh, we're on the ground floor. Alright, just give me a friggin' drink there, United Colors of Benetton.
Can I haz a Whiskey Old Fashioned...
"Ah, sorry... We don't have bitters or oranges."
Hmmm, is this a Saloon or a Salon? Fine, give me a whiskey with ginger ale then... What kinda whiskey you got there, popped-collar?
"Aah, it's Henry Hill or something..."
Wha daaa fuuu... Isn't he in the witness protection or something... Like dead? Fine, let's have a go at it, IZOD. Shit tasted like Jheri Curl Activator. The only thing that got activated was my bowels. Kneel, before Zod! Splash.
The rest was a blur... There was some Bacardi, a blonde with a nice ass but had one on her face too, a couple of WUPAs, some tool punching his bag in the corner, multiple layers of collars, triple pleated khakis, mandles, and a couple of chimichangas trying to slip out the back door.
They supposedly have food, too... Oh well, so does the zoo.
PS- They have a bathroom attendant. Can you believe that shit? They think they're Cocktail Cove or something.
Flush.
1 Star.
3227 Roswell Rd NE
Atlanta, GA 30305
(404) 963-7739
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