Penthouse Livin' in the City of Phoenix: 07/09

Background, June 2009

It looks like we're stuck in Phoenix for the next three years or so. A lot of people think of Phoenix as a dusty, concrete, meth-infested wasteland peppered with golfer pricks, Mexican hats (not typically in the same area), and cowboys. And it can be hard not to judge Phoenix by the view from I-10. From that perspective, it certainly is a hell-hole; many travelers understandably zip through because they're put off by the miles of roadside chain-link fences, industrial architecture, and terrifying breakfast specials advertised on dilapidated signage. But what a colossal mistake that is, for Phoenix is full of absurd treasures of every description. Why, within a mile radius of our place, there are no fewer than 83 drive-thru joints—including Filiberto's, Rigoberto's, Figoberto's, Rigobertito's, Rolberto's, Rigoberto's Los Dos, Filberto's, and Rigofigoberto's—where you can obtain a super-cerveza-absorbing carne asada burrito for $2 at 3 a.m. And let us not forget neighboring Scottsdale, home to the largest number of fake boobs (I'm hoping this works out to an even number) per capita in the United States, at least according to some guy I talked to at Zen 32.

This blog shall serve as a chronicle of my efforts to embrace the very strange city of Phoenix, Arizona, and environs. I trust that it will be a worthwhile project—admittedly, one that I probably should have started in 1997 or so.

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