Listen, I’m not saying I’d move actual mountains for the perfect spicy spear, but I’d definitely drive across the hot desert for one, and it turns out I didn’t even have to go that far.
We stumbled upon what might be the most “dill-icious” spot in all of Arizona, and my daily lunch routine is officially changed for the better.
It’s a local gem where the vinegar flows like water and the jars are packed with more flavor and crunch than I ever thought was humanly possible. If you’re the type of friend who secretly steals the extra garnish off everyone else’s plate, you need to get over here immediately…