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It’s all about the rocks… and some food.

Our last meal in Sedona was a late lunch and of course, it turned out to be the best restaurant we found during our two week trip.

Yes Martin, this is a food filled post.

You’re welcome.

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Perched on top of a hill, the Mariposa Grille had some great views.  (Of rocks.)

Mariposa means butterfly in Spanish, and they featured prominently in the decor at this Latin themed beauty.

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Views  (And rocks! Did you see the rocks?)  aside..

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It was a large…

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And rather impressive place.

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I mean hey, check out that door.

It’s made of rocks!

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There was live music with a Spanish guitar, and more beautiful views.

(Of rocks!)

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I ordered a few Caipirinhas… the national drink of Brazil.

Just to get in the proper mood and spirit of the place.

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And then on the advice of the waiter, we tried the Yuca fries.

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Not to be confused with Yucca… which apparently tastes like soap… the Yuca were too die for!

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To be honest, I had no idea what they were at that point.

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But had I Googled this Yuca meme beforehand?

I most assuredly would have passed.

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Lunch for me was the Funghi Sublime. And sublime it was.

 Scottsdale Burger Battle Judges’s Choice Winner 2018 ~ Smothered in sauteed Mushrooms, finished with imported Truffle Cheese and Truffle Dijonnaise

That burger positively melted in my mouth and was expertly cooked.

My husband ordered the Senor Fish, and was not disappointed either.

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Pan-Fried and Seasoned with their House Rub, Lemon-Caper Aioli, and Shredded Romaine, on a Whole Grain Bun accompanied by 3 Seed Coleslaw.

This was an upscale South American restaurant with Latin inspired cuisine, and everything was served on the most wonderful plates. (Rocks! They were made from rocks!)   I wish we’d found it sooner and been able to go back for a full dinner. I’m sure it would have been marvelous.

How upscale you ask?

There was some interesting artwork hanging on the walls…

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Made with some rather expensive rocks.

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And they were all for sale.

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Yeah.

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Rocks.

Ya gotta love ’em.

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But maybe not that much.

Arizona sightseeing ….

 

After our trip to the Chapel, the husband headed up Hwy 179 …

 

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Through more canyons…

 

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And an infinite number of roundabouts, some decorated with rather nice metal sculptures.

 

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We turned up 89A and drove through the usually busy, but too wet to shop that day part of Sedona known as uptown. Sedona is large and spread out into separate sections. Oak Creek Village, where we were staying… was quiet and felt like a community. West Sedona was a long main drag of restaurants and strip malls. Uptown was attractive, bustling, and filled with all the expensive tourist shops you expect to see. But continue on 89A for just a mile or two…

 

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And you’re in a different world.

 

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The rocks go from red to brown…

 

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And you find yourself in a pine forest…

 

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On a twisty, turning mountain road….

 

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In the snow!

 

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Of all the things I expected to see in Arizona?

Snow was not one of them…

 

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But we were headed to Flagstaff and apparently it’s a whole different world up there. Kids were playing, sliding, sledding and building miniature snowmen. We saw a pick up truck owner fill his bed with the cold white stuff to haul back to Phoenix. Hoards of cars were pulled over on the side of the highway just so the passengers could get out and romp in the snow. Police were everywhere trying to keep them out of the roads.. it was nuts!

 

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Of course a little snow doesn’t bother us, we’re Mainers!

 

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Although the high elevation, switchback road got interesting in 5% visibility.

 

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As did Arizona snowplows who were literally all over the road.

50 feet? No problem… I’ll give you a hundred.

But there was a Prickly Pear Mule with my name on it….

 

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And nothing can keep me from that.

 

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Mother of God! I’m not exaggerating when I tell you this was the best mule I HAVE EVER HAD! (and that’s saying something) I swore to myself I would find Canyon Diablo Prickly Pear Vodka before I left Arizona and smuggle numerous bottles home in my suitcase… Homeland Security be damned.

I have to be honest and tell you I don’t even remember the name of the restaurant, or where in Flagstaff it was. I was in mule heaven and totally oblivious to my surroundings…

 

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But you could tell by the shooter list the place had a sense of humor.

 

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5 points to the first person who can tell me….

 

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The male equivalent of Camel Toe without looking it up…

Go!

It was Sunday, the place had a big screen tv, and brother… get a load of this.

 

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Brilliant bar marketing, but a person could get seriously sloshed just watching the game!

Oh, and yes.

There was lunch…

 

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A spicy southwestern cheeseburger with awesome hot dill potato salad for me…. and a roast beef melt on rye with Spanish beans for the husband. What’s a Spanish bean? I have no idea… and after 2 mules I couldn’t have cared less.

 

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As we were leaving, this little darling was packing a snowball and had that “let’s hit the tourist lady” look in his eye.

To be honest, I doubt I could have cared less about that either. Take your best shot junior, the drinks were strong and the tourist lady won’t feel a thing.

Prickly pear vodka……  oh yes.

Yes, please!!

 

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The ride back?

Looked something like this.

I think… I was still savoring the vodka and not paying any particular attention.

 

 

 

I don’t do this often…

 

Matter of fact, I do this never.

But some things have to be shared.

In my original WordPress wanderings, while I was actively searching for a tribe… (Btw,  that’s you bunch  sorry though you may be   of kindred souls.)  I stumbled on this –

Drinking With Chickens

A humorous blog featuring cocktails and chickens.

If there was ever a more perfect combination for me, I’m sure I don’t know what it is.

 

 

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The author is clever, snarky and surrounded by alcohol and chickens.

 

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What more could a girl want?

 

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Her photos are a hoot!

 

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Her home is lovely….

 

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And filled with chickens.

 

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They’re literally everywhere.

 

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Her cocktail recipes are fabulous and artfully presented.

 

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Hibiscus Pomegranate Margaritas?

Yes, please!

She wears chickens on her head.

 

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Without spilling a drop.

 

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She even holds boozy tea parties for faithful chicken loving readers.

 

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Her chickens are social…

 

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Well dressed…

 

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And erudite.

 

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She.  Has.  A.  Chicken.  Bar!

 

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The woman is living my perfect life!

(And hopefully won’t mind me stealing her pictures.)

So if you need a chuckle and some fantastic drink ideas… check it out.

Tell the chickens I said hello.

We had dinner in a treehouse…

 

 

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No, not that kind.

This kind…

 

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It was magical…

 

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A hidden gem tucked away on the second floor of a nondescript building.

 

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If a friend of mine hadn’t raved about it, I would have driven right by.

 

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I started here with the Starbuck…

 

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Which was pretty, pink and potent. Everything a girl wants in a drink.

I had 4. (They were small, don’t judge.)

 

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The home baked rye bread was wonderful.

 

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But my ravioli crisp appetizer? OMG… to die for! With sauteed shallots, garlic, toasted walnuts tossed with spinach, creme fraiche and lemon. Ooh La La!

 

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The husband and my girlfriend had the mussels, sauteed with pancetta, plum tomatoes, garlic, basil, lemon and white wine. They didn’t last long.

 

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The entree menu was small, but the husband chose the Marsala pear chicken…

 

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While I had the special….sea scallops baked in a phylo bowl with some sort of heavenly citrus sauce. Light, flaky and utterly and fabulous.

 

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Naturally we had dessert.

 

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Lavender creme brulee for our friend, chocolate stout cake for me.

We rolled out of there with full bellies and empty wallets.

Smiling, and already anticipating our next visit.

Life is good.

 

 

Ho! Ho! Holy Hell, It’s Elvis!

 

Yes, my friends.

Elvis is alive and well and living in Mid Coast Maine.

 

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He’s also doing a bit of a comb over, but give the guy a break…. he still rocks the sequined jumpsuit.

We ran into Elvis in downtown Bath, where they do an old fashioned Christmas celebration every year.

 

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Just follow the city hall beacon….

 

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And you’ll find ice sculptures….

 

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Live music in art galleries…

(Can we talk about that statue? Is she carrying laundry, or dead bodies? Either way I don’t want her in my living room.)

 

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Stores were open late selling jewelry made from crushed lobster shells…

 

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As well as mussel shells.

(It’s Maine. Go with it…)

 

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The streets were brightly lit…

 

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And I intended to get that way as well.

 

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Three Beekeepers?

Don’t mind if I do….

Sadly, the food was awful at the Bath Brewing Company.

 

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But we did have a senior citizen caroling flash mob…

 

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So the evening wasn’t a total loss.

 

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If only I had asked them where they bought their hats.