Scottsdale in June 2013, with dinner at Rustler's Rooste across in Phoenix: a live country band, checked tablecloths and a plate of fried rattlesnake.
Scottsdale was our base for the Arizona leg in June 2013, and dinner one night meant crossing to the far side of Phoenix for Rustler's Rooste, a western steakhouse on the slopes of South Mountain where the signature dish is rattlesnake. So obviously we ordered the rattlesnake.
Rustler's Rooste at dusk, patio fire pit lit and string lights on.A live country band, a giant flag and a cowhide on the wall. The theme is total, and totally sincere.Fried rattlesnake, ribcage presented as proof. Tastes like chewy chicken, since you ask.
We can now say we have eaten rattlesnake in the desert while a band played. The American West, done properly.
Photos from Scottsdale and Phoenix
The rest of the day belonged to Old Town, a first brush with Cracker Barrel, and a hot walk around the Arizona State Capitol across in Phoenix.
Old Town Scottsdale, where the boutiques wear cowboy storefronts.Ollie the Trolley rolling its downtown loop past the palms.Our first Cracker Barrel: half restaurant, half country store, fully committed.The porch rocking chairs are for sale. We tested one thoroughly and bought none.Lt Frank Luke Jr, 1898 to 1918, remembered in stone outside the Arizona State Capitol.Statue-spotting on the Capitol plaza, in Phoenix heat that discourages loitering.