Last weekend, on Saturday night, the Hubby-head and I were pondering where to go for our Sunday afternoon food adventure. We were watching Food Network - actually, Hubby-head was watching Food Network, and I was preoccupied with playing Insaniquarium. Anyway, at the fringes of my consciousness, I noted that the program he was watching was talking about fondue, featuring The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant chain we had seen advertised around town. Our plans were made - Hubby-head looked up the website and found the closest location. We were set to fonduify (ooh, new word).
I might mention here that we neglected to verify the restaurant's hours of operation. We pulled into the parking lot at about 1:30 on Sunday afternoon, and discovered that they didn't open until 4:00 PM. With grumbling tummies, the Hubby-head and I looked around the upscale Scottsdale shopping plaza, and spied the closest restaurant: Buster's Restaurant. Fonduifying experience postponed - we headed in.
When we walked into Buster's the first thing we noticed is the decor - mahogany, rich colors, very Scottsdale indeed. But there was a room with a bunch of big TV's, and they were advertising the NFL game on their message board outside the door, so I guess this is Scottsdale's answer to a sports bar.
The menu selections (and, surprisingly, the prices) were very TGIFriday's-like. But more upscale. There's a whole Sunday brunch menu. A good many of the sandwiches, burgers, appetizers and other lunch menu items sounded pretty darn good, but I decided to go for brunch.
Mom would be surprised to hear it, but I ordered the Crabcake Benedict - the menu describes it as:
Three large poached eggs served over Maryland crabcakes on sourdough bread
and topped with hollandaise sauce.
That's right, I ate poached eggs. And enjoyed them. The hollandaise sauce took my mind off the fact that the runny yellow stuff was egg yolk. And the crabcakes were delicious. They were served with two large potato cakes on the side.
And then Hubby-head's mom would most likely be surprised to hear that he... voluntarily... ordered the Albacore Tuna sandwich. Hubby-head is not a fan of tuna - but apparently this sandwich called out to him. I think it was the bacon.
All white albacore tuna salad, avocado, cheddar cheese and strips of bacon. Served on grilled sourdough bread.
This was a rather large sandwich, served with a choice of side dishes. The hubby picked potato salad, which he said was good, although it didn't measure up to his mom's. OK, Robin, I guess that means you need to send me your potato salad recipe. *grin*
Hubby-head ate only half his sandwich, so he could leave room for dessert. Oh, the choices. We settled on their Las Vegas Mud Pie:
A half piece of ulitmate chocolate cake [4 of the original 8 layers] with Haagen Dazs vaniila and coffee ice creams. Topped with hot fudge, whipped cream, chocolate chips and sugared almonds.
OK, HUGE cake. Massive. But delicious. We ate the ice cream, with a few bites of fudge sauce-soaked cake. And were stuffed.
On the Hubby-head scale of "this sucked" to "this rocked", I'd give it a good two thumbs up. I wouldn't drive out to Snottsdale just for this, but it's worth a try if you're in the neighborhood.
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