Monday we went to Basspro to get some last-minute camping equipment. The stuff I bought ultimately stayed in Phoenix after the event, making the core of a supply of stuff for future events in the region.
Afterwards, we all decided to grab some lunch and then go to site. Lunch was at the Heart Attack Grill, which was difficult to find as they had recently moved. We did find them though it led to some disappointment and exasperation among the locals.
We had been given directions from their original location to their new location, but it was a cross street. There were strip malls at all four corners so we opted to simply park at the easiest corner and scout around on foot (we would need the exercise). Two fellows came out of a healthy-choices style restaurant to ask us how we we're doing.
Anyway, we went across the street and entered the domain. It was your basic burger diner with the addition of a skanky medical theme. The burgers were, as advertised, not in any way good for us. They were delicious though.
There was one major thing missing though - no bacon. How could you claim to be as unhealthy as possible without bacon on the hamburgers? According to Dr. Jon, the owner, this complicates the process.
Uncomplicated is their method of making margaritas. They're half mixer/half tequila. This led to several members of our party having to swap car keys as they realized they were not fit to drive. On one drink.
Afterwards we went back to the car, the two guys from Sandella's intercepted us.
We went off to the event and set up our tents and made a run into Coolidge for supplies. By nightfall we were all settled in. It was only until much later that I discovered I had completely forgot to fetch the tent I had bought off of Panther Primitives. D'oh.
Afterwards, we all decided to grab some lunch and then go to site. Lunch was at the Heart Attack Grill, which was difficult to find as they had recently moved. We did find them though it led to some disappointment and exasperation among the locals.
We had been given directions from their original location to their new location, but it was a cross street. There were strip malls at all four corners so we opted to simply park at the easiest corner and scout around on foot (we would need the exercise). Two fellows came out of a healthy-choices style restaurant to ask us how we we're doing.
"We're trying to find the Heart Attack Grill - do you know if it's around here?"Turns out they owned the franchise.
"Seriously? That's what you want to know?"
"Yeah, we're not from Phoenix, we wanted to try it out."
"Do you see that ambulance across the street? That's it there."
Anyway, we went across the street and entered the domain. It was your basic burger diner with the addition of a skanky medical theme. The burgers were, as advertised, not in any way good for us. They were delicious though.
There was one major thing missing though - no bacon. How could you claim to be as unhealthy as possible without bacon on the hamburgers? According to Dr. Jon, the owner, this complicates the process.
Uncomplicated is their method of making margaritas. They're half mixer/half tequila. This led to several members of our party having to swap car keys as they realized they were not fit to drive. On one drink.
Afterwards we went back to the car, the two guys from Sandella's intercepted us.
"Did you like it?"The whole conversation had an air of desperation to it. Maybe I'll try them out the next time I'm in Phoenix - they seem like nice sorts. Of course, their servers don't dress up in skimpy latex nurse's outfits so who knows.
"We did."
"But would you go there again? Repeatedly?"
"We wouldn't make a habit of it, but I could see doing it again in a year, provided we had someone new to show it to."
"But you wouldn't be a regular?"
"oh no, it's not that good, it's only the novelty that would make you go there."
(relieved) "That's what we thought. A restaurant has to be good to keep people coming back."
We went off to the event and set up our tents and made a run into Coolidge for supplies. By nightfall we were all settled in. It was only until much later that I discovered I had completely forgot to fetch the tent I had bought off of Panther Primitives. D'oh.