Portland’s rests unassumingly on the corner of Portland Street and Central Avenue. You might drive right past it, but you would be missing out.
I could make this sandwich, and a tuna salad sandwich can be found elsewhere, but the one at the Urban Grocery and Wine Bar has its own specialness about it.
I’m a firm believer in the fact that every town needs a place that is cooler than most of its patrons. Phoenix can find that in That’s a Wrap.
After waiting in a seemingly endless line at Matt’s Big Breakfast, I was quick to settle on the Chop & Chick, a succulent pork-and-egg combo plate.
I order the first thing that comes to mind: a pitcher of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Sure, you may scoff at the notion, but in this blogger’s humble opinion, Pabst is the best beer for your buck.
The blend of citrus in the Camparita is heavenly and seems to project my imagination toward an island getaway.
America’s Taco Shop claims to have the best carne asada in the Valley. Those are some big words for a little cantina-looking place, but I felt it needed to be addressed via my palate.
Perhaps what Phoenix needs is an epic menu item that could be talked about around campfires and whispered in school halls.
I had heard tale that a fine little establishment existed just up the road from Central and Camelback, dishing out some famous bruschetta and pouring fine wine late into the evening.
I had heard of a cool bar that is tucked away at 7th Avenue and McDowell. I suppose SideBar is my diamond in the rough, and that gives it a huge lead on every other place. Now I just have to find it again.