Whether you're coming from Colorado, Oregon, California, Minnesota or, say, Wales, if you visit me, I will do my best to make you eat pizza.
I will also try to make you eat pizza when I come to visit you, but that's a different story.
Depending on the day and amount of time to spare, there are a few contenders for where I will take you here in Phoenix. If there's a whole lot of time, I might take you to Pizzeria Bianco. I have to admit, the chances of going there are pretty slim, but it does come up for consideration. I might take you to Pizza Heaven (I don't think I've reviewed them yet), if it's a week night. On Friday nights and weekends, they have live music and, frankly, I prefer talking to the people I'm with over listening to a piano cover of Mustang Sally.
Or, I might take you to Red Devil. Red Devil opened for business back in the 1960's, which in Phoenix time means they're a traditional local eatery. They're darn good.
On Sunday afternoon, Irondad from Musings of an Intrepid Commuter came to Phoenix for a Monday morning meeting. I was mildly surprised to find he'd flown into Phoenix instead of riding, because I always imagined he was permanently attached to his bike. Apparently, he does stop riding now and then.
If you haven't met him, Irondad is good people. An amiable scholar and gentleman, and further proof of my theory that We Are Everywhere. Also, he's heck of a good sport about taking the, erm, scenic route to pizza.
Phoenix is laid out fairly logically, at least compared to St. Paul. This is good and bad. It's good because navigation is mostly simple. Except for the cases where it isn't, which I never expect because Phoenix is laid out logically. Right? So, of course, I found an exception to the logic after picking up Irondad.
Somehow, we wound up in the colorful part of town where establishments such as Kit Kat's One on One Club flourish. Whoops. Better still was ending up, oddly, in downtown Tempe.
I'm still not sure how we ended up there, but I expect a wormhole was involved. As it was, it took a little longer than planned to get to Red Devil.
The pizza was great, and there was good company, so that was a lot of fun. On the way out, Irondad got to meet one of the charming locals who was looking for a McDonald's, because he only had a dollar. Oh, and could we spare a couple of bucks?
No. No, sir, we could not.
So, I think Irondad got a good feel for what Phoenix is really like on this trip.
Unfortunately, he had to work in the morning, so we weren't able to start really causing trouble. Next time.
Anyway, Irondad, you're welcome to visit any time