I know I am the only one, but I'm just not a kid guy. I'm mostly a XBox-Call-of-Duty-With-My-Dogs-Around guy or, if I'm in a good mood, a be-around-my-girlfriend-guy. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate those who do have kids -- there are plenty more cocktails than mine that we could stand to pass down in the gene pool -- but I can't relate. So when Jeff and Jocelyn told me they'd be in town Saturday morning and wanted to meet up, I immediately checked my five start Yelp list. Mimosa's here, bloody mary's there -- or maybe just beeline it to the strip club.
"Helen and Amelia are excited to see Jenny." pretty much blew up any plans I would be able to put together.
Enter: The Farm at South Mountain. Fresh air, green grass, and space for the kids to run around/fall/eat dirt (or whatever they do) while the adults could catch up. There's really nothing else like it in Phoenix. I highly recommend a visit on a cool spring morning.