We walked into the warm inviting room that straddles old southwest cowboy with modern chic, where we were promptly and pleasantly greeted by a young smiling host. Our table was a bit awkward because we'd reserved for five (the fifth never did make it), and the large roundness made it tough for a four way conversation. But the soft yet not too dim lighting and background din made for a comfortable environment. The wine list is interesting and we chose a moderately priced obscure Collio. Saltspring Island mussels came hot and plump. Seared scallops were delicious in a peanut Asian slaw. Baked MahiMahi was solid. Our server was perfect: there when we wanted him, pouring just the right amount of wine without intruding and went so far as to promptly and without question replace a dish I ordered wrong because I misunderstood his description. My only pet peeve, and this applies to just about every American restaurant: empty plates are whisked away before my fork hits the table and my husband had to guard his beloved bread and oil like a boarding house school boy. Are you finished with this? No! I'm still chewing!! All in all, though, I recommend this restaurant when you're looking for an iconic Scottsdale experience and solidly executed food and service.