Becky and I decided to hop in the car and head north out of Scottsdale, Arizona up towards Sedona. We left with a full tank of gas and empty bellies in search of a real American diner to grab some breakfast. About 45 miles up the road, we found the Rock Springs Café.
It was a little early for pie (and cheese cake) but we certainly found a slice of America.
When we arrived at about 9:00 am there were plenty of tables. By 9:30 the place was packed!
I love the south west’s cuisine. Me, I was just jonessing for some huevos rancheros. Two eggs, green chili salsa, carnitas and beans on a tortilla. Bring it on! This is a meal that kept me going for hours.
Now the Rock Springs Café is noted for pie and pie they had. Our waitress asked if we wanted some pie after our breakfast. Unfortunately, I had to pass.
Oh, and the 50’s vintage Chevy above was not part of the establishment’s vibe. It belonged to a patron! I was just lucky to get the photo before he drove off.
After we left we found a great hiking trail to walk off breakfast. But that’s a story for another post.
If this kind of post brightens up your day, I’m glad. If that’s the case, hop on over to check out Sinbad and I on the Loose. John is a master at shooting America.