On my first trip to Arizona, a friend took me to El Chorro Lodge in Paradise Valley. It was the '80s; that's where you took visitors. And with good reason. The property looked like a set built for a John Ford movie — the fading sunset, cactus-spotted desert, and dusty stucco building complete with a hitching post outside. I was even promised a sighting of crusty cowboy types. What sticks in my memory from that visit is the rustic, worn-out but welcoming feel of the place — and some awesome sticky buns. I don't remember the... More >>>
Trout amandine was one of El Chorro Lodge's better-prepared options.