I've spent more time than I need to remember in hotel bars and restaurants, and they all kind of fade into a blurry, nebulous, mass. 

District, however, stands out.

From their pork sliders and bacon wrapped dates on happy hour, to their cold and juuust right gin martinis, I don't think they hit a flat patch the whole week I was there, and I stopped by at least once a day. The bartender I had, Matt, was funny, smart, sweet, and made me feel like I had a friend in Phoenix. The experience was more than I could have asked for from a hotel restaurant, and if I stay in the area again I will definitely go back.