A Journey to the Heart of New Arizonan Cuisine
You might not know it until you read this, but we're eating in a golden age of food in metro Phoenix.
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The opening
The quest for edible loot begins at 4:15 a.m. Three cars meet in a parking lot in the rural reaches of north Phoenix, at a gas station on the northern fringe of America's great desert, the Sonoran. Jaren Bates, a tall Navajo with wavy black hair and glasses, climbs out of a spotless white pickup truck.
When it rains, the petrichor released from the land wallops your soul, smelling like a heady perfume of sage and almond paste.
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