Text - Das Moccasin, mitten in der Karlsruher Innenstadt gelegen, ist relativ klein und vielleicht nicht extrem g\u00fcnstig, aber trotzdem immer mal wieder einen Besuch wert.\n\n\n Es h\u00e4ngt wahrscheinlich von den pers\u00f6nlichen Vorlieben ab, ob man lieber in kleine lokale Caf\u00e9s usw. geht oder die gr\u00f6\u00dferen Ketten bevorzugt - ich pers\u00f6nlich bevorzuge in der Regel die kleineren Alternativen. Am Rande sei noch erw\u00e4hnt, da\u00df es das Moccasin schon l\u00e4nger gibt als die Kaffee-Ketten, die sich inzwischen drumherum auch noch niedergelassen haben.
Group - tetraborate


Text - M&Ms for life. Make sure you take a variety of colors home (especially those pastels) before your Vegas vacation ends. I prefer a mix of Greens and Purples.
Group - tetraborate


Text - This is mainly a review on their work stations...from food service to food service...they need to label their food with expiration dates. I took a peek at their small reach in fridge and saw a whole bunch of stuff that was labeled or dated...that's a pet peeve at my work! Also, that's a food safety issue.
Group - pseudaxine


Text - I am only giving a one star rating because I had to pick one, if it were up to me, I'd give none! I took my father here while visiting on his vacation and had to walk out after waiting 25 minutes to order a drink which we never received, never even got the chance to order our lunch so... we followed the lead of all the other people who also did not receive service and walked out. I do not think all the guys having a good time in the back, ignoring us knew we had all left, but was very disappointed with the poor service!! Food may have been good, but we didn't even get a chance to try nor will we ever give it a chance in the future!
Group - pseudaxine
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\""Great Escape Lounge the\""? Seriously? Whoever addresses my junk mail must be posting business listings to Yelp now. \n\nQuestionable grammar aside, this place in a word, rocks. I want to lick the crusty underbody of its cracked, upholstered stools and have its dive bar babies. I'll wean those tough as nails tykes on a whiskey nipple and have them hustling gullible pool players by the age of six. Yeah, that's right. You just got beat by a baby that sound like a chain smoking grannie, bitch.\n\nPicture that visual. It isn't pretty. Neither is The Great Escape. \n\nHell you've probably driven by it half a dozen times and never even noticed it. Maybe your cocktail radar needs some fine tuning. I know all it takes is the illusion that booze can be had for me to veer left into a parking lot and saunter up to the bar, primal \""beer good\"" sense a-tingling. \n\nI realize I haven't told you jack about the place yet, but the faded stucco, dated sign and busted up jalopy in the parking lot should tell you all you need to know. This kind of ambiance can only be achieved through years of hard living in the fast lane and a general air of neglect. Play pool. Fire up the jukebox. Make an ass of yourself and do the chicken dance. Whatever gets your freaky rocks off. Just don't spill my drink.\n\nBring cash. Or be prepared to pound three drinks to meet their ten dollar requirement for opening a tab. Ten dollars for two beers and shot. What the eff are you still doing reading this!? It's Friday afternoon. Get off your ass and go check out a little dive square at the corner of Awesome Avenue and Rock Your Face Off Boulevard.\n\nYeah I might be a little drunk writing this review but do you want the triple distilled Erica, or do you want the burning raw power that only some backwoods firewater to the bloodstream can provide? I think we all know the answer to that one. All you have to do is be brave enough to turn to the bartender and say, slap me fast and rotten with the hoppiest stank you got. And make it a double. \n\nUgh, get some.