There's something ironic about AZ88. It really is a bit of a paradox. But not neatly so. On one hand, the words that other people have used to imply the vibe of the place are fair. It really is all of those things; assuming, euphuistic, grandiose, inflated, magniloquent, pompous, showy,  and sometimes downright snobbish (thank you thesaurus.com). It's in Scottsdale. People dress up to go here. Coyotes are always on the prowl. That being said, they have $7.00 sandwiches, people in khaki shorts and t-shirts sitting on plastic chairs outside in the 70 degree Phoenix winters, and mediocre service (sometimes downright slow). So, I still can't quite get my head wrapped around this place. One thing I did learn is to avoid the cocktail menu unless you're an American Express Red member. One night a friend and I ordered a martini each and our bill came to $25. With tip almost $30. Thanks but no thanks. So, this place is the yin and the yang, the best of times and the worst of times, the id and the superego. I think that you almost have to go once just to decide if you love it or hate it.