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| - Being 72, I felt my parents tremble a bit when I said I was taking them to the "farm". Growing up in the midwest, it wasnt rare to hear "somebody bought the farm". This did not mean an uncle decided to purchase a ranch, but rather, met his maker, is now six feet under or my favorite, "he's in a better place now." That said, my folks were delighted at our Farm experience. It's always a challenge getting dad a plain sandwich in any restaurant but they were very accommodating. Mom and I both enjoyed our turkey sandwiches and the ice tea is extra good. Maybe it's brewed in the sun. That would be very farm-like, no? Now, I get the whole theme here with the picnic tables and all. Just not a big fan of it myself. That, and walking on grass. Ewww! But it's called the Farm and not the City, so no points docked for that. Really a unique Phoenix experience with a gift shop, walking trails and the smell of dirt. So hitch up your tractor and git on down to the Farm.
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