By Heather Hoch
By Eric Schaefer
By New Times
By Rachel Miller
By Eric Schaefer
By Heather Hoch and Lauren Saria
By Robrt L. Pela
By Heather Hoch
"I'm hungry," she announces, grinning, almost goofy in her eagerness to see more of the Valley's chic spots. "You know all the best places. Where should we go next?"
Oh yes, I am soooo cool. I know all the terrific places in the Valley to eat, drink, play and taste every inch of a thrilling life of debauchery. Whether it be to a casual bistro, top restaurant, funky supper club or ethnic outpost, I can steer the pickiest fine-dining connoisseur or particular partyer in the right direction.
393 W. Warner Road
Chandler, AZ 85225-3441
480-814-0084. Hours: Breakfast, lunch and dinner, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. Tuesday through Thursday; 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Friday and Saturday; 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. Sunday.
Of course I can. It's my job. And for this adventure, on a Tuesday of all days, I'm leading my group on a minitour of fun places for a snack and a sip. I almost feel guilty as we move from one cool cafe to the next. Surely my friends are scoffing, this is how I spend my days and nights, with the audacity to complain that sometimes, I feel so overworked? (And sometimes so completely bored.)
In reality, we've been at it since noon, starting with a "creative inspiration" meeting at Dick's Hideaway in central Phoenix. The pretense is to fashion our own little Algonquin Round Table of sorts and come up with new, fresh ideas. We've chosen Dick's because it's so hip an unadvertised adjunct of the much-revered Richardson's at 16th Street and Bethany Home. And because it has a very private dining room, hidden behind a secret door at the bar, lavish with a long copper-topped table, walls stacked floor-to-ceiling with wine racks, and a cozy bunk plump with pillows under the ceiling in case we feel the need to nap.
Next up, after a lunch of salad (way above average, rich with shredded cheeses and creamy dressing good enough to eat straight), a choice of entree (my green chile stew is gorgeous, a fiery brew stocked with beef tenderloin, potatoes, carrots and melted Cheddar) and lots of wine, we'll be hitting a few more favorite nearby spots.
It looks to be a glamorous life, trolling from hip spot to hipper spot 24/7, mingling with the beautiful people. By virtue of my job, I of course invite an entourage, eager to be hangers-on for the sophisticated existence in which I indulge. It's inevitable that the friends I leave out from such adventures simmer, feeling quietly scorned. To them, my life is nothing but Tuesdays.
Hmm. It ain't a bad life, I've got to agree with my pals today, not by a far stretch, not as we stop in for a tall beer at my favorite chicken-fried-steak saloon Texaz Grill, sample Eddie Matney's newest hors d'oeuvres in his funky Moroccan lounge, or nibble on charcuterie and yet more wine at Christopher's Fermier. (Bonus: Check out Eddie's complimentary buffet and $3 wines at happy hour on Tuesday.)
Yet this Tuesday also is not reality, certainly not an everyday assignment. New restaurants open all the time, favored restaurants close all the time, and readers don't always want to hear about the best, just about the latest. Yes, of course, I've delivered in print a crash course on where to get my favorite fish, that perfect ahi, but readers are quickly bored with such information. Because who, in this trendy world, wants to eat in a place that they've already heard about?
Me. Because once I find a place that's amazing, that offers a guarantee of a good time, great food and lots of fun, I rarely get to go back. It's my job not to. Instead, I'm constantly trawling the streets for what's just opened, what's unique, what's worth spending hard-earned money on. I rarely get the time for luxuries like spending this Tuesday with friends at my beloved haunts.
Most of my life is a Wednesday. Like the one I'm spending at the just-okay Cafe Santa Fe, having voyaged far from my home in north Scottsdale to deepest, darkest Chandler. Hatch chiles are in abundance here, hot and arrogant with personality, and the chiles are beautiful. Even with the chiles, though, there's little reason to return.
For New Mexican cuisine I know is exciting, I could have stayed much closer to home, draping my happy body over Richardson's complex chimayo chicken (stuffed with spinach, sun-dried tomatoes, poblano and Asiago) or Carlsbad Tavern's Enchantment Platter (carne adovada burrito, chicken enchilada and chile relleno with a sopaipilla, and red and green chile sauce). Even Blue Adobe Grill in Mesa is a shorter jaunt, where I can count on a comforting Taos combo, uniting a honey pork tamale, tenderloin relleno, shrimp enchilada, rice and beans, plus red or green chile.