[A Pig at Large by Wilfrid: February 11, 2013]
A few days in Phoenix for meetings, and not much time to look around.
I snatched some photos here and there. Above, Kincaid's, a "classic American grill," from the terrace.
Airport. No food on the plane, apart from expensive salty snacks, of course. So I carried this.
I mean, if Wolfgang actually signs it, that's your guarantee of quality.
Nicest sight in downtown Phoenix, the 1928 Hotel San Carlos. Not much left inside - a Vietnamese restaurant, a closed bar, a tiny art deco lobby.
Outside, stars recording past guests. This is Gary Cooper.
Nachos at a bowling alley. Pick one up, and all the rest come with it.
Tacos were better.
Cheese fries at Majerle's to fill a gap. Gross in the best possible way. Majerle seems to have been a basketball player.
Bet he didn't shoot many hoops after a plate of cheese fries.
I don't associate clam chowder with Arizona, but apparently Kincaid's does.
Rock salt roasted prime rib described on the menu as "cooked to medium," an unfulfilled threat. It was barely dead.
Key lime pie. Cooked to medium.
Rosson House, 1895, one of a small group of old buildings in downtown Phoenix. On Heritage Square.
A nearby 1900 structure holds mock-British pub The Rose and Crown. Bianca's famous pizza is just across the way.
Last stand, a quite sad chicken sandwich with chipotle remoulade at Greenhouse Grill. Show me to the airport.