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| - The CPC is about a block from my condo. Since I moved to Tempe, I've gained about 15lbs. I'm fairly certain a large portion of this has to do with this restaurant. When I cut myself shaving, I bleed red wine gravy.
I frequent CPC more than I should. Guilty as charged. The food is just...so damn good. I'm also a fan of their dfraft beer selection. 32oz mugs of Hoegaarden or Dead Guy ale? Yes, please.
I've turned many people on to the wonders of this place. Out of all of my friends that tried it, the only one that didn't fully appreciate it was the one that had a lap band. I don't recommend this place if your stomach is the size of a walnut because there will be some damage.
I've tried nearly all of the pasties (with the exception of the vegetarian ones) and it's difficult to pick a favorite. I guess if I had to narrow it down to three, I'd choose (in no particular order), the Oggie, the chicken greek and the pilgrim. Damn delectable!
I've also had their pasta salad. It's huge. I probably wouldn't get it again, though. Why would I get that when I could have a pasty? I thought I knew what comfort food was until I had my first pasty.
OK, so what about the interior? There isn't much of it! It's a hole in the wall. The Mesa location is quite bigger, so if you're dead set on trying the food on a Friday or Saturday, you may want to check out the Mesa setting.
I've only had to wait for a table once, and it wasn't for very long, but I tend to visit during the off hours (late afternoon or later in the evening). If you're flying solo, don't be ashamed to hop on a bar stool and watch the 20 something hipster dudes cook up gravy and other vittles.
Speaking of the employees, they're a motley bunch. Service is usually pretty decent. If you're a fan of tattoos, nearly all of the employees are inked. It definitely lends a sense of style to the place.
There's a single unisex bathroom in the back. If you gotta go, you gotta go. I suggest forming a line if it's in use because I've seen people treat it like an airplane bathroom: they'll keep looking over their shoulder to see if the person inside has left and then get up, only to be cut off at the pass by someone seated closer doing the same bit.
I've only had one bad pasty experience. My pasty was slightly over-baked. I think the guy that baked it was over-baked, too. Look at the eyes of some of the cooks. They're redder than the gravy!
At any rate, that one pasty doesn't warrant the loss of a star compared to the dozens of other perfect pasties that I've had. I recommend this place to everyone. Leave your diet in your car and enjoy yourself.
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