Review: Scott's Generation Deli - Phoenix
- Firenza00 May 26, 2008 01:33 AM
Tara and I were trying to decide where we wanted to go for lunch today. After lots of head-scratching, I suggested trying a place our fellow CHer AZHotdish had mentioned in a thread about where to find the best corned beef sandwich and matzoh ball soup. He mentioned a place called "Scott's". We had to look at the thread to find the full name and location: Scott's Generations Deli, located in the shopping center on the NE corner of 7th Street and Missouri.
The restaurant has a huge seating area divided into two long, narrow rooms. They were slow at 3pm, so we were seated in a large booth in the main room. We ordered a couple of Cokes while we looked over the fairly extensive menu. It took us quite a while to decide what to get, as there were a huge number of items that all looked equally tempting.
We ended up each getting an item from their Specialty Sandwiches section. Tara got the "James Cagney": Brisket of beef, melted swiss cheese, grilled onions, served on a toasted garlic onion roll. I got "Scott's Own Monte Cristo": Batter dipped egg bread stuffed with grilled, imported ham, fresh roasted turkey breast and imported swiss cheese. Both sandwiches were served with a small dish of cole slaw, fries, and pickles.
After a very short wait, they sandwiches arrived. Each came on a large oval dish, over-stuffed with meat, topped with a huge mound of American-cut fries. The small bowl of slaw and three pickle spears were also under the mound of fries. I asked for a couple of small plates so we could off-load the fries to make room to maneuver our sandwiches.
My Monte Cristo was excellent. The sweet egg bread had been grilled perfectly and had a great sweet flavor that contrasted nicely with the saltiness of the very thin-cut meats. The amount of meat on the sandwich was daunting and I could only finish one half of it. The fries were nicely cooked as well, of various sizes, and great taste. I put a pretty good dent in the huge pile that came with my meal, but was unable to finish them all. The slaw was served in a very small portion, but was quite good. It was on the sweet side, which is how I like it.
Tara really enjoyed her sandwich as well. She loved the grilled onions and strongly flavored bun. The brisket was very good. Like me, she was also unable to finish the whole thing.
We really liked Scott's and plan to return. There are so many other things we really want to try. I have my eye on the Hash Mash skillet scramble, among others. After sampling the bread on my sandwich, their version of American Toast (read French Toast) has me intrigued as well.
Our waitress told us that a lot of people will split a sandwich and we can certainly understand why. We both left stuffed, but still managed to stop by Karsh's Bakery a couple doors down. :)
Scott's Generations Restaurant
5539 N 7th St # 108, Phoenix, AZ
Great report, Tim. I have passed Scott's a bazillion times, but now I will make a point to stop in. It sounds great!
scotts is less than a mile away, and i love lox... i WANT to love scotts... badly. but there have been too many times we've been in there and seen some stomach churning dirtiness... including the day, about 2 years ago, that there were bugs crawling all over the counter every few minutes and the woman taking orders was squashing them with her hands (which she then used to handle the bagels).
again, no complaints about the food itself, and the staff is really lovely there, too... and hey..... karshs is still amazing... but worth noting on scotts.
Wow. You are SO not the only one to experience this. We ate there once back when there were only three of us - we vowed never to return because on the utter lack of cleanliness. We even had a running sing-song joke about it.
I will say however, Husband and Beast #1 returned about a month ago during a trip to Ace. I got a report that things seem to be better.
I still won't return.
Sub-100 temps in late May calls for matzoh ball soup! I am going to try to get over there this week. Thanks for the report.