Author Michael Pollan’s 2008 manifesto In Defense of Food ignited a culinary revolution. His advice: Avoid processed foods, eat plants and buy ingredients your great-grandparents would recognize.
Serial restaurateur Sam Fox embraces a similar doctrine at Flower Child, a fast-casual Arcadia eatery that discriminates against gluten and purges all refined sugars. While not as spot-on as Fox’s True Food Kitchen, Flower Child will please Pollanites and other waist-watchers with fresh, local produce and clean-tasting grub.
I ordered and ate, oh, roughly two dozen items at Pho Avina before forming a critical opinion of the place, but something tells me I’ve still only scratched the surface of this Vietnamese gem. The multi-page menu is a labyrinth, and there’s a prize around every lemongrass- and ginger-scented turn.
Whatever the no-frills, boxy West Valley restaurant lacks in physical charm, it more than makes up for with efficient service and vivid examples of a kitchen fulfilling the full, refreshing, palate-enlivening potential of Vietnamese cuisine. Come at lunch and the tables are filled with students and what appears to be multiple U.N. delegations – the restaurant is across the street from ASU West and around the corner from Thunderbird School of Global Management.
With his new CenPho bistro, culinary star Michael O’Dowd creates wine-ready country cuisine ripe for the plucking.
Contrary to its citified name, Urban Vine is anything but urban, vibe-wise. It feels more like you’re stepping into an old friend’s country cottage for a cozy evening of sipping wine, sharing a home-cooked meal and swapping stories by the fireplace.
Chances are, when you walk into Henry’s Taiwan Kitchen, Chef Henry Ku will be there to greet you. He’ll even guide you through the extensive, authentic menu. This isn’t your typical Americanized Asian grub. Henry’s is the real deal.
Attention, meat lovers: Another Mastro family miracle.
Do we really need another high-end steakhouse in the Valley? Based on how tricky it is to snag a prime-time dining reservation at Steak 44, the hottest table in town, I say: “Evidently so.” Even with a few dozen shrines to bovinity in our midst, we are insatiable. Steakhouses are primal magnets and we are drawn to their altar of sizzling beef, stiff bourbon and service bordering on excess.
Vegas import deals a winning hand with fresh Cajun seafood and down ‘n’ dirty dining.
Hot N Juicy is either the best place in metro Phoenix to take a first date – or the worst. Tables are covered in white plastic, utensils are nonexistent and bibs are provided to ensure Mill Avenue diners don’t dribble onto their Sun Devil T-shirts. Meals come in plastic baggies. Sea critters are served whole, eyes and all.
YOU WON’T BELIEVE HOW fluffy– and utterly delicious – the handcrafted, corn-husked tamales from theTamale Store are. On the other hand,maybe you’ve already discovered them at one of our local farmers’ markets.It seems there is always a line at their market stalls.