Q: Here's a place that tries to be too French even though they are not French. By that I mean they are arrogant. Very nice food but apparently having a reservation and being a loyal diner who recommends the place means nothing to this snobbish group. A specific request for a table next to the fireplace was simply not granted when it was obvious it could have been. One round table was given to a 6 while we were 5 and the other close table was set for 4 when it could have been made for a 5 just as the table offered next to the entrance of the patio entrance and main walkway in was. They could have given us the other table and switched the 4 for 5 and visa to accommodate us but they flat out refused. A location next to their fireplace was requested days in advance and as usual it was a cold AZ night in January. When our displeasure was indicated to them they basically said "tough luck". When I asked for the owner/chef to say something to before we left for another restaurant they acted like he was not available. When i noticed him behind the curtain I waved to him asking to speak to him. He did come out and when I noted our disappointment he immediately verbally attacked me for in his eyes pointing at him when I clearly waved at him to indicate I wanted to speak to him. He is too pompous for words and this small restaurant will stay small and eventually sink into failure as many in Yelp have indicated for poor and pompous service. If one wants to be treated to rudeness at a French restaurant try it, but for that I suggest going to France to enjoy the country as this is note that quaint a location. With so many fine restaurant choices in Phoenix and Scottsdale why go to a place that treats you poorly even after being there a number of times.

A: negative

Q: 0 stars. I reserved this hotel for today, I called yesterday. When I came into it they said I haven't reserved. I called the number that it shows here again and apparently I reserved for another day when I SPECIFICALLY said it was for today. Anyways no I have no where to sleep, left in the street. Very in organized people.

A: negative

Q: My stay at the Flamingo was a disappointment in so many ways. I was there for a training class, and my experience was echoed with everyone else in the class. I won't go into great details on everything, but here are some of the lowlights: Way over-priced. I've stayed at at least 5 other hotels on the strip that were better and cost less. Unfriendly staff. The check-in counter was unhelpful, and I felt so unwelcome in the gym that I almost didn't go in. Paying something like $15 to use a treadmill for an hour should at least come with a smile. The poor service was constant - even asking people questions on the casino floor got reactions worse than almost anywhere else I go. Oh yah, the super-fancy treadmills sucked. Bad. I tried three of them and the treads stuck so bad that I almost hurled myself over the front. No wi-fi in the conference center. How does the hotel have wi-fi service everywhere except a place where people are actually trying to work? Can't say for sure why, but I couldn't get cell phone service in my room. I could get service in the basement, but not in my room. This is possibly not their fault, but I doubt it. Between the two of them, the only place I could get both cell phone service and wi-fi was on the casino floor. Other comments from people in my class brought out a wide range of problems. One of them finally left after the staff was so unhelpful in finding him a quiet room after his first room was rockin' until 4am from the club across the street at Caesars. If you need to be located in this general area on the strip, try Bally's or the Hilton suites right behind the Flamingo. Both are far superior and less expensive. The only complement I have was that their music selection on the casino floor was very interesting. I heard some songs I like that I would never, ever expect to hear there.

A: negative

Q: I was downtown doing some record a shopping at Revolver Records and killing time before a Suns game when I remembered that Phoestivus was going on at the Phoenix Public Market. I had been meaning to make it down there, but due to my career choice of Wage Slave (not as glamorous as it sounds) I hadn't been able to make it out to Food Truck Friday. Food trucks are so hot right now. After perusing my choices of sustenance (BBQ, Hot Dogs, Po Boys) I found myself in front of a white and orange sparkly GMC. It was the Sunshine & Spice truck. I was intrigued with the options of stuffing rather traditional Asian fare into a burrito or taco. The idea of teriyaki beef, or curry chicken in a California style burritos sparked my interest, but I settled in on a mushroom burrito, a pink lemonade, and apple pie wanton (oh, they joy). The burrito was a decent size for the price, but it was when you started maowing on it that you discover that it is a hearty wrap of tummy stuffing awesome. You know how sometimes you get a burrito that contains rice, that turns into a rice burrito? Not the case here. Plenty of killer to the proper amount of filler. Speaking of filler, the mushrooms worked as flavor sponge for the soy marinade. Tasty town. The home made guacamole had a nice way of pulling it all together. The wasabi sauce was really what drew me in to ordering the mushroom burrito in the first place. It added a very interesting flavor that set it apart from anything in the burrito/wrap lineage that I have ever put inside me. It was awesome... except for one bite where it kicked me straight in the sinuses. If you have gotten a bonus glob of wasabi when eating sushi, you know how it will wake you up. Woah. Other than the one bite that went rogue, it was good gastro-times. The pink lemonade was pink lemonade. Wouldn't deserve a mention if the fiery redhead who took my order didn't ladle a few strawberries into my beverage. Nothing makes you feel more like a man than fruit in your drink. Now we come to the best part of my food ingestion experience. Apple pie wontons with whipped cream. There isn't anything that you can fry that I won't eat (I proved that on a sex tour of the orient a few years back). If a crab wonton raped a McDonald's Apple Pie from the 80s (not this baked crap they have been trying to pass off), this would be the love child. Evidently, Goldschlager would be the god father, because this baby sparkles. No, literally. There was gold sparkles on my dessert. I felt so opulent. It reminded me of a Chappelle show skit. I told the aforementioned fiery red head that they needed to add a tagline to the apple pie wontons of "it'll make your dookie twinkle," but I fear she dismissed my genius marketing.

A:
positive