My first stop in Scottsdale was the fashion mall, and apart from viewing some of the top tottie of the 'Valley' and checking out Barney's for $300 shirts (no thanks) and some of the Italian restaurants there, nothing spectacular.
Next stop was the olde towne Scottsdale, which looked weak (thank god for rental cars in Phoenix) but around 5th I noticed a Greek joint.
Unless you live in an igloo in Alaska, you can get Mexican/Southwest whatever anywhere. Like I said the fashionista Italian joints seemed over the top to me, but I wanted something not burgers and not chili-whatever corona lime margarita.
This place saved the day (or lunchtime). The heat of the afternoon met the cool attitude of the place. I had a greek pasta which was great, my companion had a gyro with a pesto wrap and a greek salad which combined trad greek with contemporary. Not that pesto wrap is new, but it works, baby.
They had ouzo shots on special, some overpriced Greek beers (I don't know any Greeks who drink that stuff) but it beats the hell outta the options I found that day.