While I can appreciate the appeal of having a disinterested, gay, hipster server who is probably really good at bullshitting about wine, I found the overall ambiance and service sort of off putting.  \n\nThe boyfriend and I waited a good ten minutes before someone came over to take our drink order though I noticed the server eying our table long before then.  I imagine he thought perhaps we were NOT, in fact, disinterested, gay hipsters who could bullshit about wine but rather low-end Mesa kids tired of slumming it at the local dive so we thought we'd treat ourselves to someplace awful nice like The Vig.\n\nExcept, The Vig is only \"meh.\"\n\nThe burger is worth it for five bucks on Monday, the fries are awesome, the drink specials are mediocre, the atmosphere I found a bit stuffy and unfriendly, the menu is all over the place with no solid direction or theme and the \"totally modern, contempo art deco\" bullshit bathrooms make me roll my eyes while I pee.\n\nI got a couple vodka sodas and they were lacking in the \"alcohol\" department which is sort of the only reason I order them.  They were also served in some stupid, pretentious glass. \n\nOverall, the experience seemed dark (maybe cause there were no windows) and sort of awkward and I found myself wanting to leave pretty quickly.  \n\nI can appreciate some hip little lounges where people go out to be seen and maybe pretend that the food is amazing; but The Vig is like the douche bag dude you see driving a BMW with his top down even though it's 6 a.m. and 20 degrees outside.  I assume his account is overdrawn and his girlfriend says she's an artist but really she's a server at Oregano's.\n\nI think what it is though, and I realized this as I scoffed at the sparkling silver, super modern sink fixtures in the woman's bathroom (with a door cleverly labeled with a giant \"W\" for women? get it? \"W\" is for women), that mostly I'm just a stiff drinks-cheap-food-sticky floors-tore-up-waitresses dive bar girl at heart.