I'd love to pull my Warrior up to their valet parking area and do a 4 gear burnout, covering the outdoor patio full of brand new leather chap wearing, cosmo drinking Rubbies in a cloud of smoke and burning rubber particles. That is all.
If you believe in these things, the location is jinxed. It is a remodeled laundry building (there is a joke in there somewhere, perhaps taking the RUB's to the cleaners?) that has served as the burial ground for at least two good restaurants.
My credit is probably adequate for crashing the party, but just barely. I'll let my ex-Enron buddies put down their unobtanium Amex for the Shiner Bocks. The same guys on the old VFR and Nighthawk.