On our final morning in Fountain Hills, we decided to try Phil's for breakfast. I'm now wishing we'd gone back to Sofrita.
The decor here is fun -- 50s Coca-Cola-themed -- with all the oldies playing at a volume you can hear but that's not annoying. Unfortunately, this was all punctuated by the frequent, phlegmy throat clearing of Phil. This is not a sound you want to hear while you're eating a meal.
The waitress was friendly and the service was fairly quick.
The food?
My husband's pancakes were fine but nothing special. They came with a bowl of the standard fruit salad of melon and berries.
My breakfast, however, was less than "nothing special." My Mexican omelette was ... meh ... OK. It was dry and required a good dousing of ketchup. The "home fries," however, were NOT good. They were not fried. Instead, I got a serving of thinly sliced potatoes that were warmed in a pan with what looked like a sprinkling of paprika and a few pieces of bell peppers. They had no flavor and none of those wonderful crispy brown parts that you expect to get with an order of home fries. The waitress that was serving the other tables (i.e., not our waitress) told the other patrons that the cook was trying out a "new way" of cooking the potatoes and wanted to know how her customers liked them. They didn't ask me, unfortunately. I would have politely commented that perhaps they need to go back to the old way.
The best part of my breakfast was the marble rye toast.
I'm afraid I can't recommend Phil's for breakfast. Lunch and dinner may be better, but we're leaving today. If we're ever back in Fountain Hills again, we might give Phil another chance to serve us a meal, but it won't be breakfast.