There's this love/hate thing I have with The Vig...\n\nFirst of all, I love the environment. They've done a great job of turning the old Wrong Number Lounge (yes, that was it's real name. You HAVE to love that.) into an uber-trendy hot spot, complete with an awesome outdoor fireplace and great drinks. It's a great, great spot to take out of towners and sit outside during our beautiful Arizona winter. \n\nBUT, it's bordering on Scottsdale/frat boy/cougar-land. Invading my beloved Arcadia. \n\nI can deal with that.\n\nIt's the food that's the problem.\n\nThe minced up chicken sandwich, in particular. (Not sure what else to call it.)\n\nI asked the waiter if I could get it without the these days prerequisite pears included, which in my imagination, were sliced on top of it or something. His response? \"No. It's all kind of ground up together in the chicken.\"\n\nGround up, indeed. The sandwich came and it was this chicken pieces, press board kind of filling. It was really dang gross and reminded me of a scene from Sweeney Todd. I'm REALLY easy-going about food and it was the worst sandwich I've ever had. I kept thinking about it later and throwing up a little bit in my mouth.\n\nHaving said that, I do keep going back. Even though I'm going to die crossing 40th Street one day. \n\nJust stay away from that chicken sandwich. Weird, man.
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