400 East International Speedw
Daytona Beach, FL 32118
Volusia County
Phone: (386) 257-5400
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by jason m. on I got 3 bottles at my table. The waitress conned me into tipping her another $200 claiming that the service charge wasn't split with her, but only the busboy. My check says her name was France. I understand I was drunk, but just didn't know they would take advantage of me like that. NEVER GOING BACK.
by Christina C. on I've been here exactly twice now. Neither time on my dime. Had it been on my dime, I might have had to drop it down to a negative star. First time, it was lunch, a group of 5 of sat in the normal dinning room. Pete, the ever generous, ordered practically ever appetizer on the menu for all to share. I think I got the fish tacos. It was not horrible. The appetizers were decent. Quesadilla looked lovely with the sun-dried tomato tortilla and all. I like appetizers though so I'm going to give it at least 2 stars if they have decently made appetizers. Second time, last night. We were in the back of the pool room for a mixer-thingy. The appetizers they brought out were sick. The pizza looked like it had just been taken out of the cellophane wrapper, pre made and super frozen in a generic warehouse somewhere in Illinois. Well assembled in Illinois. The wafer like crust was made in Washington DC by a pack of endangered baby seals trying to make a living while the tomato sauce was hand picked and foot crushed in the vineyards of Wisconsin by freshwater octopus. The cheese was milked from indignant Tibetan goats smuggled over on the last commercial flight out of Tibet and struggling with the hot weather in Texas. Most easily made was the pepperoni which was not actually pepperoni at all but vinyl red circles cut out of excess fire-fighter costume fabric. Yes, all of this was assembled by a late-Crustacous period herbivore with a shrink wrap attachment located in Illinois though they may outsource it to Croatia soon if the dust doesn't settle down. Doesn't that sound appetizing? Plus I would not let my self drink since I still had to finish a useless memo that I wasn't going to get graded on. That is exactly how I felt about this place last night. Frustrated, stifled, underwhelmed, and slightly warm.
by Raul Yanes on ok, so my review is a bit negative bc this place was not my style at all. Went last Saturday night and while there was a nice diverse crowd, the music was awful. It was 80s but not good 80s, weird, creepy, unknown 80s - and very hard to dance to. My friend found herself kind of prancing around as she attempted to dance to it. Drinks were ok and easy to get (very little wait and 2 large bars). I have to also say there were a few creepy guys around. Specifically, 2 that reminded me of the tools in Night at the Roxbury. Anyway, don't think I would go back, except maybe to try a different night. I recommend it if you would like to try the obscure, otherwise a no.
