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Output: I had few expectations of the Bikini Lounge -- I envisioned just a dive bar with a cardboard thick devotion to the tiki theme. I was delightedly surprised. It certainly is divey, as many of the best tiki bars are, and it has its insensate, day-glo tiki after-thoughts. But it also has aged charm and quirky appeal. Duane, the bartender (and member of the band Iconoclast, although I imagine they spell it differently), happily told us a few stories of the place, with many of the items dating back to its 1947 founding. The centerpiece hula girl painting behind the bar is said to be to have the head of the original owner's wife and the body of his mistress. While it was owned by a gay couple, the hula girl apparently had her breasts painted over and the grass skirt added, then the subsequent owner restored the bosom to its former glory. The New Times claims that this is the oldest bar in Phoenix. Basically, it has an earnest quantity of tiki, and everything a you need for a dive bar of integrity, including the location in a dicey neighborhood. I don't imagine that I will ever go to Phoenix again without stopping in.

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Output: Beer selection is slightly better than Chili's. Bartender has personality of an empty keg. Bar had a good group of people with good chatter for you conversationalists. Food / Menu is small with just several burgers and some pizzas. It says they have an award winning burger but I did not try. Although, when looking at the description, I am puzzled at how it has differentiated itself from others. I might try again but with so many good beer bars around it may be a while. Too bad as I was looking forward to this place.

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Output: Casella's has the best cheese steaks in Arizona!!! They have really good lemonade, ice tea, pasta and potato salad too. Everything is homemade and deeeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious. It makes my tummy happy :-)

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The first thing that comes to mind when I think of Fat Tuesday is "dark" and "dirty", each vying for the position of first. This is the kind of place where underage ASU kids sneak in and a frat boy roofies a girl's drink and catches her alone in the dark, grimy, secluded bathroom area. I'm serious. It's that bad. This is not comparable to the daiquiri/margarita slush deals in Vegas either. The overjuiced Pauly D look-a-like bartender would not leave us alone, and kept regaling us with tales of why girlfriends and boyfriends are a waste of time and you should just kick em to the curb in the morning.... Thanks for the advice, broseph, I'll be sure to tell my boyfriend that. And speaking of the hangovers: You know how I knew I was going to get a hangover? Not because of the alcohol in my drink, but because of the sugar. It was like they dumped 10 lbs of sugar in each machine. And guess when I got that hangover? Not 20 minutes after finishing my drink. Talk about feeling like crap, ingest 300 grams of sugar along with probably 3 shots of rum blended with ice. BLECK.