Q: positive

A: Oh happiness, a Chicago treasure just opened on Fifth Avenue in Old Town Scottsdale. Five of us meandered over to it after our happy hour dinner at Fifth and Wine. I tasted five flavors (including Macinak Island Fudge, a treat from my childhood), and finally decided on Caramel Ripple. Yum. Friendly staff and a casual old fashioned ice cream parlor ambience with a tin ceiling and a chandelier had us talking about returning.

Q: positive

A: Good portions Great sauces Decent prices Awesome garlic bread Unlimited wine Classic dishes Classic old school decor Get ready to pig out here, You WILL be stuffed.... Certainly not gourmet but good stuff.

Q: positive

A: So some friends came over to trim our trees, they know what they are doing better than I. As usual with friends they do not want anything for doing. But we feel they should be rewarded in some way so we took them to lunch here Toscano's. Having been so disappointed by my adventure yesterday with ordering a French dip I was still wanting a good one. So today I repeated my order here and it came out as it should, sliced thin and against the grain with a deep rich beef flavour. I was so happy I did not have to bitch once again. As usual the service here is friendly and the atmosphere and view of the driving range is nice.

Q: negative

A:
In my previous review I said I was too cool to shop here, but I lied! Muhahaha! So I've been here a handful of times now and just recently ran into an employee who thinks he's so cool that even HE shouldn't be there. There was one lady ahead of me at the check out. The young man running the register said hello to her and asked her how she was doing. She responded politely and the transaction was done as he said thank you and goodbye to her. I step up to the plate and homeboy doesn't even look in my direction. I'm not expecting them to roll out the red carpet and hand me glasses of bubbly, but you can at least utter the word "hey" in my general direction. He scans and bags my items and uses all his life force to barely mutter "29.75." So I slide my good ol' plastic and his register spits out a receipt. To which he grabs said receipt, stuffs it in my bag, and thrusts the bag in my face. After that he just stared over the top of my head off into the distance and never spoke again. I was pretty surprised. Not a hello, goodbye, or even the often required "have a nice day" in a monotone voice. It's logical to assume that there are, at least, two sides to every story. I don't know what his story was exactly, but I'm going to guess that he was offended because I probably looked like his mama. His mama always says "why do you have those dime sized holes in your earlobes honey?" AND "why must you wear your pants around your knees?" OMG mom is annoying AND soooo embarrassing! The customer service here isn't usually that bad by a long shot, but whenever I do go I ALWAYS avoid that kid. I don't wanna perpetuate his mommy complex. Oh no you didn't!!!