I’ll admit it, my love affair with pierogi started in a friend’s tiny Phoenix kitchen, where we accidentally burned the first batch (twice). But that gooey, doughy, buttery goodness?
Totally worth it. Since then, I’ve gone full detective mode searching for the best hidden pierogi spots across Arizona.
Not the flashy ones with neon signs, but the under-the-radar kitchens, grandma-run pop-ups, food truck gems, and Sunday-only stalls you’d miss if you blinked. Locals guard these spots like they’re keeping Nana’s secret recipe…