This cat is to The Hunger Games what that black Volvo was to New Moon.
I've always been jealous of the people who live in areas where they have "grown-up" movie theaters with bars and real food and stuff. Frankly, smuggling in my own snacks and a flask is getting a little old. Especially when I forget to take said flask out of my purse and find myself at the office the next day with it. But since the AMC theater near me opened a Cinema Suites recently, I can cross "coveting" off the list of my sins. Well, for that, anyway. And I will never go see a movie in a regular theater ever again if I can help it. I may not have won the lottery last week so the chances of me moving to a mansion with a huge home-theater any time soon are slim, but Cinema Suites is the next best thing.
For starters, you get to select your seat in advance. As someone who is chronically running five minutes late and always ends up getting crappy seats in the theater, reserving a seat from an online chart (like when you buy a plane ticket!) is a god-send. Almost every single seat was sold out for The Hunger Games opening weekend, but I managed to find two seats in the very back row for Mr. Snarky and me. The last aisle in the theater is Row H, which according to my mad math skills means there are only eight rows of seats in the place. Not a bad seat in the house!
The aisles separating each row are ginormous, which is awesome since I hate how in regular theaters everyone has to stand up and get trod upon when the person sitting in the center seat who bought a 164-ounce Uber-Mega-Soda realizes their bladder is about to explode. The aisles at Cinema Suites have to be wide to accommodate the over-sized pleather recliners. Recliners! That go so far out you're almost horizontal! And unless someone seven feet tall comes along, the chances of anyone sitting in front of you blocking your view are almost nil.
They serve alcoholic beverages! And they aren't ridiculously overpriced! Plus the servers will get your sodas (with free refills) candy and popcorn (served in an actual bowl) and it doesn't cost anything extra. In fact, the tickets are only a couple of bucks more than a regular movie ticket, and you aren't required to buy anything once you are there. If they somehow worked some sort of a bedpan into the deal, I might never leave.
Movie theater, civilized.
The little amenities really did me in, too - there were cloth napkins holding the silverware, they gave us hot towels after our meal, and when we were exiting the theater, instead of passing a surly, scowling teen employee who was waiting to go clean up, we had a cheerful lady proffering a tray of Godiva chocolates. Speaking of surly teenagers, Cinema Suites is 21+ only, so NO KIDS. Wheeee!!! If someone said to me "hey for an extra $2 you don't have to wait in line, you're guaranteed no whippersnappers, and someone will cater to your every need for the next two hours," I'd be a fool to turn them down!
For the sake of full disclosure, the low-light was the food... the chicken tenders I ordered, billed as "beer battered" were more like cafeteria-quality drumstick-shaped McNuggets and may or may not have been cooked in an Easy-Bake oven (perhaps along with the mini-cupcakes I spied on the desert menu but did not try). Next time I'll stick to popcorn. Extra butter-flavored grease on the side, please!