Hot! Hot! Hot! You’d think I’d welcome the mercury’s rise past the 60s. But my quick business trip to Phoenix was a rude awakening – 103 already! Where’s my happy compromise, say, 80? Oh, that’s right. I’m missing the best day of the year so far in Portland, while I sweat it out here in Phoenix!
Enough whining, but isn’t it ironic, don’t you think? It’s worse than a black fly in your Chardonnay. It’s like a hot hashcapade in the Phoenix shade! And thus begins my visit to Lon’s at The Hermosa Inn in Paradise Valley for their Short Rib Hash.
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| Jen, Noah and Kaleb at Lon’s |
Unfortunately, Erik was unable to make it. He had continuing education for his massage therapy license, which he doesn’t need anymore (ironic). Happily, I was able to meet Jen and her two boys, Noah and Kaleb, but only after getting lost, even though my rental car had GPS (ironic).
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| La fuente and cactii |
We ate al fresco on Lon’s patio with the soothing sound of water flowing from a fountain nearby. I could almost feel its cooling influence lower the temp a little bit! Desert cacti stood like sentinels guarding the fountain, separated by the pathway that ringed it. A little oasis for our hashcapade!
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| Short Rib Hash – sans potatoes |
By the time my Short Rib Hash arrived, I was more than starving and quickly soaked in the presentation. Wait, where were the potatoes? Had they been hijacked by the carb police? Hash without potatoes (ironic). But then I realized I was in the realm of conquistadors from ages ago. Their version of hash, picadillo, has no potato!
Clark
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