Wow. Just checked out your link, and it was either written by somebody who was too lazy to actually check it out and rely on a press release instead, or a really unethical representative for their company.
"This place is just what it looks like—somewhere to get a breather from the madness of the Strip with a few pints of Monty Python’s Holy Grail (which, as it turns out, is an ale) and a smoked Polish sausage with roasted peppers and chipotle aioli. If you’re not into that, a) who are you?"OK, here's a shot from earlier today of what is visible from the street of the inside. Note - the braces you see at the back are for the temporary wall between the Bier Garten and the food court. I'm guessing that the only way I'd get a beer and a smoked Polish sausage from this place is if I stole it out of a construction worker's lunchbox.
Oh, and this:
"You and your cabal could just enjoy all this inside at the bar. But, see, that’s the sucker’s bet (in the local parlance). Because beyond that there’s a grassy expanse of trellises and picnic tables and ivy, which would be the garden. And there, the sausages taste better, the beer crisper, the ping-pong tables: exist."Obviously, that's a whole new usage of the word "exist" that I had not previously heard. Because here's what the current "grassy expanse of trellises and picnic tables and ivy" look like:
So, I kinda doubt that it'll be opening at the end of November. Doesn't anyone that works at the Plaza peek out their front door now and then before advising people on the phone?
