Tucked away in the rolling hills of southern Arizona, there exists a place where the aroma of mesquite-grilled meat draws hungry travelers from Tucson, Phoenix, and beyond.
If you ever find yourself humming “Arizona, Arizona” while cruising down a desert highway, you know that the state has a way of stealing your heart (and your appetite).
I’m that friendly, ever‑curious Arizona‑lover who can’t resist a good steak, especially when it’s served up in a tiny town where the locals still wave “howdy” from the porch. That’s why I made a detour to this little gem – a place where the sizzle of a perfectly seared ribeye is practically a siren call…