Bar Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio Restaurant Details

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What a great place! Food is excellent - service to perfection!! Marcus gave us an awesome history of Arnold's! You've got to go!!

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Wow, this place is amazing. The Atmosphere is one-of-a-kind, and really nostalgic. Best Burger ive ever had, and my new favorite restaurant in this city. Me and my girlfriend will definitely be regulars.

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I saw The Shaniqua Brown band here on 10/27/2010... they were out-freakin'-standing. This place has just the perfect courtyard for live music, and a good selection of draft beer... that's all you need beer and music... right?

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This local favorite bustles with atmosphere, from live band music outside to the piano nestled in the corner. We had battered, deviled eggs as a starter that were both creamy and crunchy. The hearty pasta with Cincinnati-style lentil chili was spiced with cinnamon. Dine in wooden booths or tables for four downstairs or in funky upstairs rooms. (Check out the historical details like the dumb waiter.)

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On 6/20/2015, my dad was refused service. Let me explain why. A year ago, he got really sick. Long story short, he's had three brain surgeries and six months of chemotherapy. In order to avoid a long explanation, we usually say that he has brain cancer, but it's actually much more complex than that. No one knows what he has, but his brain is attacking itself and they don't know if it will stop. As a result of this, my dad has difficulty walking and talking. Now let me be clear: it's very obvious that my dad has been ill. He lost his hair from the chemo, and he has visible scars on his scalp from the brain surgeries. That brings us to tonight. He was at Arnold's on a date. It was a good night (so that means he didn't have to use his wheelchair). After having two beers, he was intercepted by the owner on the way back to his table. She told him that they could no longer serve him. He explained to her that he has a neurological disease that impairs his mobility, and she still refused to serve him. So he left. He called me afterwards and said it was the most humiliating night of his life. I called the owner, and she was completely unapologetic. She said she was "very friendly" to my dad (refusing a disabled person service is diametrically opposed to friendliness) and that drunk people will say anything to get more alcohol. She even had the nerve to say that there were a few things he said that didn't add up. My dad is disabled. He has the scars to prove it. But apparently he's just a liar like all of the other drunks.