There’s a quiet corner of Tempe where the past and the palate meet over a plate of prime rib that could easily become the stuff of legend. I walked in on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the hum of conversation blending with the clink of glasses and the distant whirr of an old ceiling fan.
The walls are lined with photographs of the city’s early days, and the aroma of slow‑roasted beef drifts from the kitchen like a comforting promise.
When the first bite lands on my fork-tender, buttery, edged with just the right hint of smoky char-I’m reminded why this historic eatery has earned its reputation as the Southwest’s most unforgettable steakhouse…