When we first arrived, we decided to sit inside because the misters were raining on the outside patio. For all you people from cooler climes, the devices mist water into hot dry air so people can sit comfortably outdoors when the temp's 100 plus degrees. Since yesterday's temp was 70's and windy, misters seemed a bit bizarre. The patio was more like the Northwest than the Southwest!
Once we ordered our food at the bar, we wandered out back to the courtyard area. Basically, Craig and I and this new friend were the sole occupants so far. Oops, forgot. There was a woman with a large fake rack and her boyfriend sitting at the bar.
Soon my grilled chicken on ciabatti with the potato rounds arrived. Pretty good! Craig had a burger, but I forgot to get a photo of that. The potato rounds were to die for, kind of a deep fried mashed potato pancake with a crunchy crust. (Reminded me of Jewish latkes, but don't tell them that!)
The decor's definitely Western! I love this old covered wagon and luggage!
Shortly into our meal, bikers started arriving -- and I don't mean little guys in spandex shorts and tops. They came in different varieties. Most looked like city slickers who ride Harley's on the weekend, but a few had miles of tattoos, multiple piercings, and looked more of the lawless variety. Craig told me to put the camera away, but I snapped off a photo of these guys at the bar. I knew they wouldn't hurt me.
I make a game out of looking at people and trying to guess what they do, and when these three arrived, I said cops. Short trimmed hair, well built, and more clean cut than some of the other bikers. And I noticed a few of the rougher-looking riders were giving these guys a wide berth. Look closely. Their vests say Choir Boys. I googled the name when I got home and sure nuff -- Choir Boys is a law enforcement motorcycle club!
The outdoor patio was getting crowded. I'm guessing they were all meeting up for some type of ride since there were organizers taking names and money. So we decided it was time to go.
Here's one lineup of bikes in the parking lot.
Two more wagons. The place has a nice collection!
San Tan Flat really comes alive at night. They feature bands on the weekends, a dance floor, outdoor wood fires for roasting marshmallows, and a lot of partying in general. Maybe we can take some of our visiting city slicker friends out there some night for a taste of some country western.