When we first moved to this area, we were renting up North, while our new home was being built. Our friends who live up there took us to El Charro Norte, the sister restaurant to El Charro in Downtown Prescott on Montezuma. We haven’t been to the place in town, but if it’s anything like Norte, we should probably go there too!
Let me first say that their Sangria is fantastic! Also try the Skinny Rita. Oh yeah, the food’s good too.
We ordered for the table a Taco Salad, a Guacamole Salad, Shrimp Taco, Chile Rellenos with beans and rice and a Roberto Burger. Oh man, that was good! We’ve gone back many times and have always had a great meal, fun times with our friends and a wonderful cocktail. We’d like to go back this winter and sit on the outdoor patio with the fireplace and enjoy the countryside.
This is a little off the beaten path, but worth it.
I’m not sure if you all remember that I had made flavored Vodka… my adorable husband thought that I was nuts, but Missus DF in Prescott as well a few of our other friends enjoyed it. I used very inexpensive Vodka and added fresh Cherries as well as another batch with fresh Raspberries… NICE!
Well, I was poking around again at the local supermarket and I found flavored Whiskey. Can you see the price on it? HOLY COW! $28.99 for a little more than a quart of hooch. I’ll stick with making my own thanks.
I belong to an online chef’s forum, and I was reading a thread started on the small annoyances that non-foodies commit. What they were lamenting over was the little things that folks who are not died in the wool culinary experts do with their food. Well, I’m not saying, I’m just saying, I was a foodie from as far back as before there was such a word as foodie. And yet, I allegedly must irritate several people, because I could name a few no-no’s that I do.
#1 – I don’t drink my wine from a proper vesicle.
#2 – I eat my pizza, sometimes anyways, with a knife and fork.
#3 – Keeping in the pizza theme, both DH and myself enjoy dried red pepper flakes, oregano and grated cheese on our pizza. The chefs feel that these ingredients should be added prior to cooking and not after. If that’s such a faux pas, then why the heck do all of the pizzerias that we go to have it on the table when you sit down?
I’m just sayin’, that’s all.
Sometimes, and I stress sometimes, my husband will give in and take me and my mother to eat Mexican food here in the middle of the desert.
On this outing, I offered mom the choice of restaurants and her pick was Blanco Tacos + Tequila.
Even though DH says that he doesn’t care for Mexican foods, there are quite a few dishes that he will eat.
Three grilled Mahimahi soft tacos and instead of beans and rice, our super wait staff brought him roasted corn on the cob and their blanco rice. DH was happy with his dinner.
Mom and I both ordered the special Summer menu of four mini tacos (oh and I added on a white sangria, thank you very much).
These were hard shell tacos stuffed with four different goodies. Chipotle shrimp, braised short ribs, guacamole and spicy ground beef.
I say NO, my friends and neighbors.
For many years, well, as long as we lived in Hawaii anyways, we did not have an automatic dishwasher, I washed everything by hand. One time I was washing a stemmed wine glass and it broke in my hand and gave me a nasty gash, three stitches worth. My dearest husband went out and bought me what he said his family always drank wine from, little juice glasses if you will. You know the ones that you get your chianti in when you go to those cute American-Italian restaurants with the red and white checkers plastic table clothes. I love it!
I still have one of them left after all of these years.
Recently I added a new one. I found this at Crate & Barrel. It was a bit rich for my blood, but really adorable.
There’s a set in a catalogue that we get that I hope Santa brings me.
Living in the middle of the desert, you try to find ways to truly escape the heat when the mercury starts to rise beyond your comfort level. My husband and I are very fortunate to have good friends that we have known forever that live up North from us, in the high, cool desert of Prescott Arizona, the states territorial capitol. Sitting at some points over 5000 feet above sea level, with oodles of beautiful pines, it’s so much cooler than my hot kitchen, plus I don’t have to cook when we go here!
The food scene in Prescott has grown with the number of tourist it sees. There are so many different, unique and familiar types of cuisines available. On this trip we went to our two favorite places, Prescott Station on Gurley street in the heart of Prescott and Bonn-Fire, over in Chino Valley only a five minute drive away.
We started our trek North early, so I knew that we’d have breakfast on the road. AHA!
I had Spam Musubi in the deep freeze outside. A few days before we left, I put the little bundles of my joy in the `fridge to defrost slowly. Then just as we were about to go out the door, I nuked `em to just barely warm and tossed them into a paper sack for the journey.
We met Mister DF at Prescott Station for lunch. Love this place! The menu hits all of the right notes. Whatever you think you might like to eat, they make it, or they’ll try their darndest to make you happy. We like to sit in the bar area, mainly so that the guys can watch the sports and news while they chat, and yes, men chit-chat just as much as women do, don’t let them fool ya’.
We had a different person serving us at the bar this time, Dave we found out is the local bee-keeper and only works at the restaurant seasonally. Shadow afforded us libations and suggests white sangria, WHAT? I’ll try that. They make theirs with their own recipe of Chardonnay, Muscat, pear brandy, triple sec, apple, peach and pear nectars, YUM-O-LICIOUS! It was so refreshing, and had to grab a hold of myself and not chug it down.
DH had the Ahi Salad Oriental with wasabi soy vinaigrette, the large size please.
Both Mister DF and I had the single shrimp taco plate, served with our choice of refried black beans and Mexican rice (which I actually ate, it was very good). The shrimp taco is grilled with Sonoran spices, topped with shredded cabbage, pico de gallo and papaya-mango aioli, that I requested they swap out for the smoked jalapeño aioli, very good!
After lunch, we went to check into our hotel, but our room wasn’t ready yet, so we cruised on over to the Court House were they had a bunch of vendors selling all kinds of goodies. As the heat of the day increased, we found ourselves at Frozen Frannie’s. We had been there not so long ago with our nephews and really enjoyed it. Love this kind of frozen yogurt shop, serve yourselves, get it weighed and pay by the ounce, perfect on a hot day.
Once we got all settled in to the hotel, we moseyed on over to our friend’s home for a cocktail and then headed out for dinner.
Bonn-Fire in Chino Valley is wonderful. And HEH! Guy Fieri, we all sent the Triple D emails saying how you should check out this joint, DON’T! We don’t want the world coming in, we had a heck of a time this past weekend getting a table! It was just as delicious as ever. We topped off our meals by sharing a piece of Carrot Cake, Oh My GAWD GOOD! As Missus DF said, it has visible vegetables in it; it can’t be bad, right?
Okay! Sunday Brunch, my favorite, especially back at Prescott Station.
As DH and I drove South, back towards the middle of the desert, we both commented on how odd we thought it was that we live in the “Big City” and yet inky-dinky Prescott was it ALL over us for places to eat.
MAN, let me tell you! That was the best way to kick off Summer! My wonderful husband got us tickets WAY back in December of last year through American Express pre-sales for, wait for it, Fleetwood Mac, Live, in Concert at the US Airways Center in Phoenix last night!
I was SO excited! We made a mini-vaca out of it and spent the night, you know, we did it up right.
We left early-ish and stopped at Babbo Italian Eatery (sorry no pics, I was just plain too excited) and had a scrumptious late lunch of Spaghetti and Meatballs for DH and Chicken limone for me. We shared appetizer of Mushrooms and Asparagus with loads of garlic and shaved parm, delizioso.
We proceeded to the Hyatt Regency in Downtown Phoenix to relax for a bit. Then we went out for a pre-concert drink at the Network Bar & Grill within the hotel and up the block to the venue.
The group was stylishly late (about 20 minutes), but I’m sure that was because Stevie had to make certain she looked stunning and she did! Do you know old she is? She just celebrated her 65th birthday a few days ago, beautiful! Us old, I mean mature gals ROCK IT BABY!
DH got us fabulous seats, the only problem as that there was a group of younger folk (maybe in their 40’s) who decided to stand and dance along to each song; I’m just to dang too old to do that anymore. Most people around us felt the same way and remained seated. I was surprised that as we walked out after the almost THREE HOUR LONG SHOW with NO intermission, we could still hear. Lindsey was on FIRE!! What a concert, DH said that he felt that was better than any other show he’d seen, and we’ve seen a lot, so coming from him that is high praise indeed.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. We had a bountiful buffet breakfast at the Terrace Café in the hotel and made our way home.
Thank you again my dearest husband!
My DH does not imbibe any longer, other than the rare Baileys Irish Cream over rocks, his drink of choice. For me, I’m a wino. Back in the day I would have mixed drinks; my usual was a greyhound, vodka and grapefruit juice or a vodka Collins. Somewhere along the years I’ve lost my taste of hard liquor and moved completely over to wine. As kids, we were allowed a small cordial glass of wine with special occasion meals. When I say kid, I mean around 15 or 16 years old, it’s not like I was swilling vino from the age of 5! But my father did give me an appreciation for good wine, both still and sparkling. Today, I just look for what I like.
I found this wine at the little convenience store down the road a piece from us, amazing enough. This is very nice, a little bit of bubble to it, some great fresh fruit back notes and as the name implies, refreshing on a warm day, sitting on the back lanai waiting for the grill to heat up. Turning Leaf makes Refresh in three varietals, Crisp White, Moscato and a Red Moscato. When I did a google search, the vintner recommends trying Refresh in different ways, such as in a mimosa…