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There is a new kid in town, The Compund grill. Located at the very west side of the Scottasdale 101 mall.
A dinning place with such an odd name needed an explanation ;" the compound exists to provide a public venue where culturally informed , like minded souls go to witness the collaboration of live music and great food on a regular basis".
The owners have definitely put some money and time turning this place into a comfortable, relaxed, kind of compound meeting arena . They have a full service bar at the back of the compound and a large stage at the front for the performing bands or events.
The menu is a combination of simple Mexican traditional meals with the occasional burger and Piccata pasta. There is also a fish special offered at market price.
Since most of the menu items had a Mexican origin, I decided to order the Grilled Elote; roasted corn with cotija cheese and lime aioli. The Elote came served on a small plate but to my surprise it was missing a skew making it almost impossible to eat. And I was not ready to hold this baby with my bare hands.
We then ordered the "get your undoni' soup. It was delivered to our table with chopsticks , not a spoon. I know my wife is good with the chopsticks, but why would one try this saga when not even the Japanese have jet accomplished this task successfully.?
Moving on to our main course, we decided to order the Steak Fajitas. Safe, simple, uncomplicated choice. By the time our food was served, the band had already started to play and we were sincerely enjoying our stay.
Too bad we were not as happy with our meal experience. The fajitas came on a very small plate, not sizzling like one would expect them to be, surrounded by the typical subprime mexican condiments of refried rice, beans , guacamole, sour cream and 3 very small and hard tortillas. The steak was tough, dry and flavorless.
I also thought the wait staff had not been truly trained and prepared in the art of retrieving and briging back clean utensils. We had to ask constantly for forks, spoons and plates. At the time to pay our bill, we were given a comment card asking us for our impressions, not on the food , but on the performance of the entertaining band. At this point it was clear to me that the Compound had lived to its reputataion of being a place for musical gatherings and fun. Not a place to entertain your palatte.
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