Walking into this place I thought we may have made a mistake. 6 small tables and an eight seater bar. Kinda dark and very bar-like. The Jimmy came over and immediately made us feel welcome. There is a lot that I can talk about but there is one thing that makes everything else meaningless. The French Dip here is probably the most amazing sandwich I've had in years. Each bite gave me a mini "O" and I crave more. I saddened as each bite vanished in my mouth but then immediate rejoiced as the beef juices reached my taste buds. When I finished my mouthed longed for another but my stomach was screaming for me to stop. I am not joking. I would light punch a sleeping baby in the stomach if it meant I could have one of these French dips. If you have a layover in Phoenix you need to break FAA rules, run out through security and get to Scottsdale. You don't want to miss this.