Waking up the basement bedroom of our Phoenix apartment the Airbnb seemed less murder like in the day light. Maybe it was the weed which had drifted through the vents all night but either way the anxiety about where we were staying had past.
Bypassing the morning rave we opted for Matt’s Big Breakfast a casual joint featured on Diners, Drive Ins and Dives. A popular weekend choice we joined the queue on the benches outside in the sunshine. Called forward after about 20 mins we were seated in the busy industrial space, the food and interior were basic but perfectly nice and was a hearty way to start the day.
After taking in some of the local street art it was time to hop in the car and check out some of the city’s other attractions. First up was the Desert Botanical Gardens until we found out there was a £21 entrance fee. Though it looked beautiful we were trying to keep this trip budget friendly so instead we ventured to near by Hole In The Rock. Parking up we were expecting a desert hike up to the hole however as we made our way around a set of steps appeared. Though not as adventurous as we anticipated it we got a great view of Phoenix from above.
Next on our list was Old Town Scottsdale, a block of streets that look like they are straight out of a western. Taking a wander round was fun but the Native American Jewellery and other such shops became repetitive so we didn’t spend very long in the area.
With a few more hours to kill we squeezed in a quick trip to the more modern outlet shops. This was a huge error just before Christmas the shops were obviously rammed and we left empty handed.
Feeling like we had done a pretty thorough job exploring Phoenix Pablo and I dropped off the car before heading out for the evening.
No hip art area would be complete without a craft beer place and Phoenix was no different. Angels Trumpet a restaurant who built itself around the beer taps served 31 draft options as well as many bottles. Having so much choice we selected a beer flight and got our server to bring over his favourites. Some were as strong as 11% so we took the sensible approach and also lined our stomachs. I grabbed a pizza and Pablo went for the fish tacos which were the perfect stodgy accompaniments to our boozey evening. Enjoying a few more tipples it was time to head home and get ready for the next days trip to Tucson.
Phoenix was a cool little city with a great independent arts community, though I think two nights was enough for a visit but I’m really glad we added it as a stop over.