Football Foodie

Larry Fitzgerald works up an appetite Ever wonder how pro athletes chow down? Arizona Cardinals wide receiver Larry Fitzgerald usually chats about football on his weekly Alltel Audibles podcast, but on a recent episode, he dished on local restaurants. Here’s a look at his top ten favorite restaurants in town:…

Sky High

Either the wine went to my head, or that was really Santa dropping in to say hello From the looks of the prepackaged beer pong sets they’re selling now at BevMo, you’d think beer fanatics have all the fun. But this kooky event I just stumbled upon tells me wine…

RSVP

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Worth the Drive

“Geez, Michele, are we driving to New Mexico?” The two guys I was dragging to dinner weren’t particularly hungry when we hopped on the I-10 in central Phoenix, but by the time we were pretty far out on the Santan 202 — that new stretch of highway south of Chandler…

Beyond Sushi

My Japanese friends must get a kick out of me. I hang out with Yuko and Chinatsu every year when I visit Japan, a place I’ve been obsessed with since childhood. (Blame it on Hello Kitty, Mr. Miyagi, and the early ’80s wave of Japanese fashion designers.) I met the…

Ivy League

So much eye candy, so little time. Visiting Olive & Ivy, a new dining hot spot at the Scottsdale Waterfront, is sensory overload in every way. Open about a month now, Olive & Ivy is the latest enterprise from Fox Restaurant Concepts’ Sam Fox, mastermind behind a number of other…

Farm Fresh

I’ve always loved to read menus. All it takes to make me hungry for a dish I haven’t tried yet is a vivid description and a dash of my own imagination. But I should be up front with you here, before I delve into writing about Quiessence, a charming restaurant/wine…

Ice Age

Everyone has desperation meals. You know, those old standbys you eat when there’s nothing in the fridge, you’re tired, time-strapped, and possibly broke, and you’re way too hungry to go to the grocery store and hunt for ingredients. (Besides, everyone knows it’s dangerous to shop on an empty stomach.) For…

The Hole Truth

It’s hilarious — and pathetic — to recall my notion of a bagel when I was a kid: rock-hard frozen rolls, usually six to a bag, that needed to be nuked or toasted to be edible. To actually be palatable, they needed to soak up a good slathering of butter…

Buried Treasure

Quick — cue the menacing B-movie horror soundtrack so I can tear at my hair and shriek, “It’s everywhere! Everywhere!” That’s how I feel when I’m behind the wheel, heading into yet another construction zone in some random part of town. I thought bumpy, torn-up roads, pylon obstacle courses, and…

Gomo Often

Damn that Tony Bourdain. Whenever I watch No Reservations, his jet-setting culinary Travel Channel show, I end up with unbearable cravings for foreign food that I stand no chance of finding in this country. At least, not in Arizona. It’s often a dish I never knew existed, but after hearing…

Star Struck

This summer, I saw an amazing performance of the national anthem before a D-Backs game. The singer was a young boy with a graceful voice that made me think, “This kid’s gonna be the next Luther Vandross.” When he hit the highest note, I know I wasn’t the only baseball…

Resto the Story

“Urban. Latin. Sexy. Chill.” That caught my eye when I checked out the online menu for Ticoz, a self-described “resto-bar” that opened last month on Seventh Street, just north of Camelback, in the same strip that houses tiki treasure trove Go-Kat-Go. I’m not sure if those four words qualify as…

Royal Feast

Chandler used to strike me as a mild-mannered commuter ‘burb that wasn’t so different from other booming parts of the Valley — a young population like Tempe, a historic downtown area like sprawling Mesa, and the upscale aspirations of a junior Scottsdale. But over the past several years, I’ve found…

Crabby Chic

If middle-school kids work at all, they might mow lawns or deliver papers to earn a few bucks. My first job was a little more unusual. Almost 20 years ago, I worked at my parents’ seafood shop, spending hours picking shell from piles of crabmeat for my mom’s homemade crab…

Mex Appeal

“This is cooool!” I almost blurted that out loud the first time I visited Tradiciones, a new Mexican restaurant at the Phoenix Ranch Market. From the parking lot, it doesn’t look like much, but soon I found myself in a Mexican courtyard with benches, a fountain, and a stage where…

D.I.Y. Dining

If you can’t make something from scratch, customizing it is the next best thing. When I bought a new car, I could hardly stand to drive it until I got some new rims. If I get bored with my wardrobe, I start doing wacky things with accessories, or even (in…

Thai Me Up

It’s not hard to figure out why college students and ethnic restaurants go hand in hand. One demands food that’s a cheap, quick, and tasty alternative to instant ramen, and the other is happy to accommodate. So the pickings near the ASU campus are predictably diverse: Mexican, Indian, Ethiopian, and…

Dance Flavor

Multitasking is nothing new to downtown businesses, especially when it comes to nightlife. Think of Modified Arts (an art gallery/music venue), the OnePlace (an alternative church/music venue), or the Paper Heart (an art gallery/bar/performance space), places that successfully switch gears when the sun goes down. So I wasn’t entirely surprised…

Sweet Success

Going out to dinner with my Uncle Jim feels like performance art. Uncle Jim’s encyclopedic knowledge of food comes from years spent paying his dues — as garde-manger, sous chef, kitchen manager — at a variety of upscale eateries. He hasn’t worked as a chef for a long time, but…

G Spot

A few years ago, I moved to a historic district near downtown Phoenix, figuring that the best way to support the city’s renaissance was to live here, shop here, and eat here, frequenting the small, locally owned joints that dot the landscape. But the dots were few and far between,…

Fair Trade

When I was a kid, I could not wait to become an adult, and my grandparents’ themed cocktail parties fueled my imagination. Not that my memories are based on actual experiences, mind you. These glitzy poolside affairs never included children. Instead, I got a vicarious thrill from the old Polaroids…