1910 North Stone Avenue
Tucson, AZ 85705
Pima County
Phone: (520) 884-7377
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by EdWord E. on Yes it was a great cheesesteak but I dont think it lived up to the hype. I wanted more stuff on mine and more flavors than just whiz and onions. Big line but it moves quick. Ate one cheesesteak from genos then walked over and ate a cheesesteak from Pats. Liked pats SLIGHTLY better but again, I wanted a bigger selection of stuff. I was satisfied, however, I could not walk afterwards for several minutes after this venture for fear of exploding.
by Alfred Buske on I've been to Z twice, I actually got in the second time. Of course the guy who goes to G all the time needs to check out another club with a letter for a name, as it seems like one-letter clubs in Philly are supposed to signify exclusivity and refinement...and I'm not spelling it Zee either, F that, sounds like I am one of Zee Germans, "vee are tryink to go to zee bahhhhhh!" FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Well, it's next to Delilah's for one, so you get an idea of who might be hanging around there-- not necessarily the dregs of society, at least not on the outside. Morally, and in terms of personality, however, these people act like they need social counciling. The only people who might show up in these places that are allowed to act like this are celebrities and sports stars, which I got the impression were fairly regular patrons. Why else would they charge $20 dollars to get in? Rather than wait til I get to the bottom line, I'll be nice and tell you now-- is it worth the $20 cover? No. THE ATMOSPHERE: Pretty good, there is plenty of space, they don't let everyone in, in fact now that I think of it, I only got in because I was with a pack of hot Turkish girls. So bring hot girls if you're a guy and you still want to get in. There are plenty of other hot girls (and guys, ladies) but I had trouble telling the off-duty strippers from the high-class hookers from girls who were not somehow involved in the sex industry. Even still, there is an air of frollicky giddiness, so at least your $20 isn't going entirely to waste. In fact, despite the air of delusional pretentiousness, I didn't feel overly insulted by it...I expected to get lost in a sea of roid-raging bro's and the afforementioned rent-a-ho's. THE DRINKS: I don't remember, I think I had just been drinking lager at that point. WHY GO TO Z? The only reason I can fathom coming here is because it's open until 6am. So if you, like me, fancy to live the life of Snoop Dogg on weekends, you can party til 6 in tha mo'ning, and there are certainly b*itches in the living room getting it on. THE BOTTOM LINE: Z gets a 3-star so-so rating from me because while it's open conveniently until 6 and it is somewhat exclusive (if not also armed and dangerous), the overall experience doesn't warrant a $20 cover, regardless of whether you have money to burn or not.
by Fraulein C. on I hate coming here. Especially if it's a friend's birthday celebration and we end up going on a partybus. I used to think this place was soOoo cool before there was a lot of fights, but now....so depressing to be seen here. I've been to better places than this. In account, I have to take plenty of shots to forget which club I'm in and at least TRY to have a good time. The crowd is a lot of ghetto a** and crackhead people. The group of partygoers that I came with all had to stand in line for our headcount and one of my drunken guy friends belligerently shouts, "Let's go inside already??? WTF are we still standing outside here for?!! Nobody else is inside...this place is wack!!" After that I was already beginning to think that trouble is coming our way....nope. It happened to other people instead. 3 of the guys weren't able to go inside, they walked aimlessly trying to look for the damn partybus and took it upon themselves to call a cab and go home. How sad is that?! But it just got worse, the birthday guy was drunk off his ass already after getting inside for a mere 30 minutes!!! I literally had to hold him up on my own while all the other drunk ass patrons and friends were dancing to some stupid a** music. Next thing you know, one of the security guys sees me holding my friend and tells me to take him outside. WE BOTH GET KICKED OUT!! I was standing outside once again in the cold wearing a dress!! I told my friend to lean against the wall and called one of my friend's to come out and help me. I waited for an hour until the damn host from the partybus came around. When all this was happening, two more of my guy friends get kicked out AND wanted to start a dispute with the security up front asking, "WTF is up with your people?!! I want to kill your a**!!" Finally, the host gets the bus but had to park it two blocks down the street. I would've explained more detail into this but I feel as though I'm just wasting time. By far, the worst place and night I've gone to...explains why I hate going on partybuses in the city.
