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| - As crazy as I was about Tucson, I was rapidly let down by the next town I saw, the manicured Scottsdale, which, though the oldest town in the Old West or something, is the Scarsdale of Arizona. So funny that the Yelp headquarters is in a place where dentists and their wives with straightened hair, Laura Mercier eyeshadow, dressed up in judicious straight legged jeans and expensive bomber jackets paint the town red by going out to restaurants with a glass of wine after. Much as they got it poppin in West Hartford and Bronxville where I lived.
Its Old Town cedes any claim to baddest town in the West cred because it's a winking, hyper commercialized homage, replete with jewelry and souvenir stores. However. Its center is a manicured selection of huge, spacious restaurants, some aspiring to trendiness, some getting there (such as The Pink Pony, Bandera, and the Mission with its sprawling, romantic interior which we couldn't afford.)
Instead, we headed over to the Daily Dose because of a recommendation that didn't come from Fodor's. The Daily Dose is a spruced up trendy-ish bar restaurant slightly away on Scottsdale Rd from trendy restaurant row, with spruced up, good, solid bar lunch and dinner food. Except the food happens to be very good and dependable.
The mango mojito was somewhat girly and candied, but good with mango chunks bubbling up the wide bubble tea straw. The calamari, sweet lord the calamari. It is made from a softer, less chewy part of the calamari and paired with a mustard sauce. Highly recommended to share! I tried the rock shrimp taco on the waitress' recommendation which was a small mess of somewhat unfrozen shrimp, cabbage, and mayo, so less recommended. However, the turkey burger she also recommended was very good! Tender with cheese and a couple avocado pieces on top. Guaranteed to devolve into a food coma after 30 minutes. The second time we came, my family tried more good things, but I was less impressed with the dull carnitas with corn salsa and beans on the side. As far as the service, both of the women who served us were accommodating and friendly, but with a slight edge of de facto faux Southern charm that I hear Phoenix and Scottsdale sometimes ally themselves with. I thought that the service in Flagstaff and Tucson was more sincere, but I'm biased because I like them better. Plus, I imagine that Scottsdale is one of those places like Dallas where women "put on their face" for an hour just to go throw out the garbage. And a woman who sometimes doesn't wash her face, like me, would be shunned.
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