A downward spiral, but Kasey (sp?) samples the cheesecake...

Bad journalist points will be accepted by me for not asking the proper spelling of our waiter's name, but Casey (Kacey? Kasey? KC? K-See?) was the star of the night when we entered Frasher's on Scottsdale Road.

For years, I have railed against (and have not always been successful in avoiding) the culture of complaint. People, regardless of their good fortune, can always find something to complain about. It is, well, unattractive.

Kacey was not a member of this tribe. She laughed a huge laugh - warm and genuine. She bathed in her reckless good nature, amusing herself when she leaned too far, for too long, over the table and candle, nearly incinerating both her apron and (more importantly) the unborn baby along for the ride beneath it. She said smiling that she was five months along...

Despite a vibrant and fun bar scene with a terrifcally enthusiastic staff, the food at Frasher's was regrettably disappointing - so much to the point that a few of my friends questioned my standing in the gastronomic community.

There were no winners on my plate - not the mashed potatoes or the prime rib or the vegetables. It was not a promising start...

Still, when Kacey sampled four of Suzy Watson's mini-cheesecakes, even her good mood improved, as if that were possible.
"This is the most fun table I've ever had!" She, of course, was 100 percent correct.
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