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Not So Happy Hour

Nothing like a little Beverly Hills 'tude to harsh a good celebratory buzz: "We didn't expect the minimalist poolside cabana our friend had staked out to be a bastion of affection and camaraderie from the staff. But we did expect to be treated as someone with a tiny bit of discretionary income and human dignity. The party was cheerful, but Blue on Blue thwarted us at every turn: twice being told we couldn't order drinks at the inside bar, eventually receiving a cocktail as weak as the American currency and a waiter blowing out our tea light candles in the middle of our conversation." [The Guide]