TRAVEL THERE: F`A-ME CAFFE HEADS THE LIST
In a number of cities, like Phoenix and San Luis Obispo, they have a great little publication called New Times. The same company publishes other entertainment magazines, like the Dallas Observer. I have discovered they have very reliable restaurant recommendations, so if I am going to a city or town that has New Times, then I always take advantage of their online publications to plan meals. Phoenix is one of those towns. I knew we’d be getting in there early and would want some breakfast, so I googled “best breakfast Phoenix” found the New Times site and chose a spot.
The Laid Back F`a-me Caffee
Bill navigated his way out of the Alamo rental lot and I programmed the GPS to take us to F`a-me Caffee. It was just an upscale cafe in a strip center. On our own we would have never found it and that would have been a great loss, so thank you New Times. We took this photo at about 9 AM. Apparently, that was during a lull, because by the time we left, the place was hopping.
F`a-me was the perfect place to relax and have a bite between our flight and our day of sightseeing. We started with a coffee for Bill and a hot chocolate for me. A little later we ordered, French Toast for Bill and a Croque Madame for me. In a word, DELICIOUS.
We loved the service. It was friendly, but without chirpy people telling you their name, chatting you up and trying to rush you through a meal. After we had eaten, I presented Bill with our choices for the day. The Westin wasn’t available to us until after four and it was getting close to 10. My vote was the Celebration of Fine Art, a three month art show in its thirtieth year, held in big white tents. That sounded good to Bill and we headed off to continue having fun.
I confess, I’m very structured. I like having a solid itinerary and sticking to it. Bill is very fluid. He thrives on not having any itinerary at all. I have discovered if I will just let him flow from time to time, we’ll be more likely to enjoy the things we do together. Drives me a little insane, but the current of his flowing river is a lot stronger than anything I can offer up, so I’ve learned not to let myself get drowned.
The F`a-me Caffee was mere minutes away from the Celebration of Fine Art tents. When we got there, Bill asked if we could just drive around a bit and I said, “Of course,” even though every ounce of me was straining towards the white tents of the Celebration.
I would say we entered a very upscale section of Scottsdale, but I think that’s about the only scale they have there. This part of it was known as Airpark, because it was near Scottsdale’s regional airport. Driving along we passed the TPC Scottsdale Golf Course, which still had signs up for the Waste Management Phoenix Open from the week before.
Then suddenly, we were in a sort of design district, with lots of consignment stores. To his credit, Bill did ask if it was OK to stop, but I wonder if I’d actually been able to keep him from doing it. We probably killed an hour browsing through the consignment stores and I will confess that I enjoyed it. This was prime merchandise and the staff just let us browse.
Eventually, we hopped back in the car, made our way back to the big white tents and visited the Celebration of Fine Art. Come back next week and I’ll tell you about it.