Under the canopy of an endless Scottsdale sky lies one of the most dynamic and burgeoning dining scenes in the Southwest. The city’s culinary influence can be felt—and tasted—throughout the region, thanks to its vibrant mix of flavors and experiences. From regionally-focused cuisine made with local, farm-fresh ingredients; to food trucks dishing out globally-inspired street fare; to luxurious resort restaurants helmed by the world’s top chefs and sommeliers, Scottsdale is the dining destination of your dreams.

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Author: Shelby Moore

By Shelby Moore

There was no such thing as the “farm-to-table” movement in 1993. But if you wanted to trace the trend back to its roots—at least, its roots here in the Valley—you would only have to start with Rancho Pinot and its proprietor Chrysa Robertson. “I like to say I’m the original local restaurant,” she says. And it’s not an exaggeration. For the last 25 years, Rancho Pinot has been serving simple, yet elegant food made with as many locally-sourced ingredients as Robertson can get her hands on. After landing her first job waiting tables at age 16, she got her culinary feet wet

Pavle Milic has never been to Paris. Ironic, considering how often guests at FnB’s new bar room tell him the quaint space reminds them of those in Europe and, specifically, in the French capital. When he does go, he knows he’ll need to make a few touristy stops, including taking an obligatory photo in front of the Eiffel Tower. His bucket-list destination, however, will be far away in the 19th Arrondissement, to a little bistro called Le Baratin. He first noticed it in the pages of Gourmet magazine. “The September issue of ’06, I want to say. It was a Paris issue,”

The 27-seat bar is the first thing that greets you as you enter Citizen Public House, one of downtown Scottsdale’s most innovative restaurants. And their boundry-pushing cocktail program rebukes the notion that restaurant bars need only serve as a convenient place to wait for a table. In fact, bar hospitality is in the restaurant’s DNA—the leveled-off, A-frame roof is a remnant from the building’s prior life as a Trader Vic’s from 1962 until 1990. As you sidle up to the counter, one bartender meets you at your seat, while another whips up one of their signature cocktails—the Mezcacillin, perhaps, a Mexican