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Goldie's Neighborhood Sports
10135 E Via Linda, Scottsdale, AZ | Map it
(480) 451-6269 | View Website
10135 E Via Linda, Scottsdale, AZ | Map it
(480) 451-6269 | View Website
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I thought I was in Texas....
My wife and I were shopping off of Shea and the 101 today. It was just about lunch time on a sunny Sunday. I suggested cold beers and sandwiches at Teakwood, maybe throw a peanut or two across the
bar. My wife said, "What about Goldies, Teakwood is too dark." We hadn't been in that area in a long time so I said, "Great." I remember those crispy, delicious wings.
We saddled up at the bar to eliminate any bad service or being forgotten about in a corner somewhere ...which can and has happened there in the past. The bartender was sweet, friendly, attentive. My wife ordered and ate a "so-so" but not bad club salad. I stuck with ye' old frosty cold favorite and wings. We were just about ready to leave when.......
........across the bar, my eye caught the two burly patrons staring in amazement at the cockroach that decided to pay them a visit (or maybe was just sampling the buffalo sweat on the bar trough). One of the guys decided to flick the large bugger off the bar but his aim, probably altered slightly by the beer courage, only succeeded in helping the cockroach land into the ice bin below.
As all of this is happening, I shot a look over the to see what the other two couples were doing including my wife. My wife, who is not afraid to speak up, sat dumbfounded taking in the situation. Everyone was watching. Including the young bartender who ended up with a case of the eebie-jeebies. Thinking back on it, I not sure if burly guy was trying to flick the cockroach off the bar or flick it on her, entertained by her lively cross between the Texas two-step slash squirmy jig jump to the other side of the bar.
As a case of the "EEEEeeewwws," shot out around the bar, a manager came over with a stainless steel martini shaker and captured the Chernobyl-sized roach in the ice bin. He scooped it up and went out of the room. The nice bartender came over to us and said matter of fact as if what we saw never happened, "Would you like more beers?" We declined, opting to retreat before the thought of what else is in the kitchen took over. My wife then said, “I ate the whole salad.” Before we left the nice bartender told us, “sorry you had to see that” and "It's okay, all restaurants have cockroaches."
One last thought. We never saw them remove the ice from the bin or attempt to clean it out. Just sayin’.
Eat and drink at your own risk...and oh yea, don’t forget to bring your cockroach wranglin’ ropes and spurs. It’s the wild west in there.…
Fine for a game. Goldies is a fine place to watch a game. Neighborhood crowd, good food, but expect to pay for the extras like Ranch Dressing or BBQ- they are never free. Good TVs and plenty of room.
Best wings in town!!!. I try to go to Goldie's atleast once a month. Their Golden wings are to die for... great service and friendly environment..
Mama says..Goldies is like...a bawx of choc-O-lawts...
I can honestly claim that I am an expert on Goldies, having visited at least 40 times, enjoyed or endured dozens of servers and had over 60% of the menu. A group of 25+ of us play volleyball weekly
across the street and we have utilized Goldies since 2000.
After 7 years of walking in and out of their doors I would use two words to describe Goldies:
Crapshoot and Puzzling.
Positives - the bounty of humungatron television monitors SURROUNDING the beer drinkers make Goldies top notch for watching sports.
Negatives: - The service can be so flaky that I often wonder if the servers are either mildy autistic or having an opium smoking party in the back when they leave us. Things start off promising, but OFTEN our tour guide inexplicably vanishes for 10 minutes at a time, leaving us to jealously eye the barstool patrons taunting us with their cold beers in hand. Other times the drinks will come, but again our beer maid will vanish into the void, and we are left clutching our menus, muttering amongst ourselves, "Is she coming back? Hello..? I'm really hungry. Help?" This occurs even when we are one of 3 tables in the house. Beers sit unreplaced, sodas unreplenished. Cardinal rule of a bar broken.
In sympathy, I suspect the strange service is a symptom of poor management. I suspect something there makes it hard for servers to do their job well. On the few occasions we have complained about a food issue, managers have seemed glib and irritable. Nice.
On our last visit: a soup was cold, shrimp was oddly mushy (and we were told yea, there was another plate earlier that was the same way-- what the?!), wings sauce was tangy to the point of grimace, and there were disturbing lumps of gristle in the chicken quesadillas. We were told "that's the parts we make them with". Derr--what?
Last, Goldies refuses to budge from plunking down one goliath bill; they claim their system won't allow breaking it up.
Wer'e going down the street to their competition from now on.…
An Appalling Experience.
I would never recommend this restaraunt. I went here with some friends on a Saturday afternoon to order some beers and snacks after a volleyball tournament. Over the course of the lunch, my table
had first one waiter, then a different one after the first vanished midway through our visit. I ordered a plate of fries to share with the table and had to reorder after it never came. I did get my beer the first time, though. I ordered it in a chilled glass and once I had nearly finished my beer, I discovered two large shards (and several tiny shards) of glass in the bottom of my glass. The waiter seemed to be unable to figure out what to do about it, and I asked to see the manager, who came out and blew off the whole issue. He offered me another beer (no way) as a consolation and gave us the back story on how this could have happened: seems they freeze their glasses while they're stacked and sometimes the bottoms break when the waiters try to pull them apart. Might I suggest that Goldie's rethink their method? The manager never apologized and had to be rebuked by all six of us just to take the glassy beer off the bill ($2.50). Furthermore, when the bill came, I was billed for the beer anyway, my fries, and a plate of nachos someone else had ordered. When I sent the bill back to be corrected, my fries were put on my friend's bill and the dangerous beer and nachos were finally removed. Astounding.
The waitstaff is entirely disinterested, the food is so-so, the lack of saftey is alarming, the ordering and billing accuracy is bottom-rate, and the manager is apathetic until someone threatens to take up his precious time with shards of glass in his glass, when he turns from apathetic to begrudging and hostile.
This is a shockingly bad restaraunt. Do not visit this establishment.…
