Ah, Scottsdale, Az. “Land of the Giant Tortillas”.
Or at least, I think that’s the city’s slogan. I could be wrong. I have been before. It’s at least our slogan for obvious reasons…
Now, let me give you a little backstory to these two shots of Biceps and the food that we partook of.
Old Scottsdale is a historic section of the city that is now mostly overrun by snow-birds. I feel a little more at home than most tourists, claiming my right to the town via my Grandpa, Aunt and Cousin who still live there. Plus, I knew what to wear-my Luchesse’s. They sound fantastic clopping along the plank sidewalk.
They look great as I stand next to hundred year old missions made of baked mud bricks.
And they fit right in as I am chowing down on the best mexican food Scottsdale has to offer-Los Olivos.
Los Olivos is a bizarre structure, full of nooks and crannies….
…with pottery that sticks its tongue out at you…
…and skylights that cast a blue hue throughout the restaurant.
It’s family owned, been around forever, and has a separate dance floor with a retractable roof-just in case you’d really like to dance under the stars.
And of course-it makes these ginormous tortillas. They are thin, served warm and taste like the cast iron griddle they were cooked on. Biceps and I ordered an extra side of tortillas just to take back to our hotel room.
Los Olivos-you’ve done it again.