You know a restaurant is special when folks from every corner of Arizona are willing to buckle up, hit the road, and drive two hours just for dinner. I laughed the first time I heard someone say that about Daisy Mae’s Steak House-until I tried their prime rib.
Now? I get it.
I’ve made the trek myself from Phoenix, radio blaring, sunroof open, craving that juicy, slow-roasted cut that basically melts on your tongue…