Trip Start Apr 02, 2011
46Trip End Sep 29, 2011
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I got my luggage and headed to Hertz to pick up my car. Nice, but not as nice as the Cadillac DTS they gave me in Texas. It was a Nissan Altima. Nice ride.
I made the 10 minute ride to my hotel, the Crown Plaza (at the airport). Nice hotel, but not as nice as the one in Denver. This one was a little older, and I get the feeling it was a Holiday Inn before it became a C.P. They don't usually do it that way, but sometimes they do. But check-in went smoothly. I was a little concerned because on Friday I discovered some fraudulent activity on my SF Bank Visa Card. Took care of it, but I had guaranteed the room (actually all the cars and rooms on this trip) to that card, so I was a little afraid if they ran the card early and found it was inactive, they'd cancel my room. A call to the hotel on Friday allayed my fears. Anyway, all went well and because I've been traveling so much and using IHG hotels, I apparently have become a Platinum Rewards Member, so I got welcomed as such, was given a welcome bag (apple, water and chips) and given a room on the top floor...you know, one of those it takes a key to go to on the elevator, two free breakfasts, four free drinks and a free appetizer...good deal!
I hadn't eaten anything except a cookie and some pretzels all day, so I was hungry. I knew exactly the place to go. Saw it on MVF. It's called Los Reyes de la Torta and it was about 15 minutes away. The place is actually in a strip mall on North 7th Street in Phoenix. Got in and was seated seated right away. The menu was very large...everything Mexican imaginable, except Margaritas. They don't serve alcohol. So I ordered Ice Tea and a Torta Nortina. Ever had a torta? Me neither. It a sandwich...a rather large sandwich. Mine came with grilled steak, grilled onions, jalapenos, melted cheese, chipotle, tomato, avocado and mayo chipotle dressing. Oh, and on the side it had cucumbers, lettuce, cabbage, radishes and a grilled jalapeno pepper. It was outstanding. I ate most all of it, except not much of the bread...it was good, I just have never been a big bread eater. Excellent meal for about $9.
However, I also needed a beer. So I ventured a block or so away to a little hole in the wall called "The Do Drop Inn." (You can't make this stuff up folks!) Very interesting place. Reminded me in several ways of Bingo's Bar in Bloomington (long since closed and torn down) across the street from Beningo's Restaurant on Chestnut Street. I remember in college getting 16 ounce frosted mugs for a quarter! Talk about inflation! Anyway, The Do Drop Inn had several locals quenching their thirst on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kind of bar where they play both kinds of music...you know, country AND western! Another thing reminded me of Bingo's...they always had a couple of dogs in the bar...yep, in the bar...one was named Blackey, I remember that. Anyway, at the Do Drop Inn there were three middle-aged women sitting at the bar drinking beer and one had a rather menacing looking dog with her on a leash! I couldn't help but laugh! Later I found out it was a cross between a Mastik and a Doberman, and she was very tame...her name was Mable (the dog, not the lady!).
Interject humor here! Reminds me of a story my friend Timmy Barnes tells. Apparently there were two guys out walking their dogs, one had a Chihuahua and the other a Golden Retriever. The guys got thirsty and wanted to stop in a bar for a beer. The man with the Chihuahua said, "Good idea, but the sign says 'No Dogs.'" The man with the Golden Retriever smiled and said, "No problem. Follow me and do what I do." As he entered the bar, the bartender yelled, "Hey, buddy, no dogs allowed in here!" The guy replied, "Oh, he's my seeing-eye dog." The bartender said, "That's a Golden Retriever." The man said, "Yea, their using them now." The bartender relented, but then he spotted the other guy. "Hey buddy, no dogs are allowed in the bar." The second guy echoed the first, "But he's my seeing-eye dog." The bartender looked skeptical, and said, "That's a Chihuahua!" To which the man replied, "What? Those SOBs gave me a Chihuahua?!" LOL!
Anyway, to finish my already lengthy story, as I'm sipping my beer, I notice the lady with the dog orders a beer and immediately gave the first quarter of the beer to the dog...TO THE DOG, just pouring it out of the bottle slowly. And he lapped it up. The dog had obviously done this before! I have no idea if it's good or bad for the dog, but it is one of the funniest thing I have ever seen in a bar!
Back to the hotel and wrote some of this blog. Called my Uncle Johnny (who lives in Sun City West) to have dinner with him and his wife, Rose after the game tomorrow afternoon. Looking forward to both!