Still spiraling from my recent breakup with Beau (yes, the one who said “I love you” and then vanished like a gluten-free croissant at a Sunday brunch), I decided to fight the heartbreak head-on—by doing exactly what he told me not to do: write a book about it. But first? I needed fuel. Emotional, physical, and preferably plant-based.
Enter The Coronado PHX, where I filled my soul and stomach with vegan magic. The food? Out of this world. Flavorful, fresh, and satisfying in that “I deserve better” kind of way. The drinks? Dangerous—in the best possible sense. I sipped something pink, pretty, and deceptively strong while basking on their glorious patio like a freshly dumped houseplant finally seeing the sun.
Inside, the vibe was just as warm: cozy, eclectic, and oddly reassuring—like the restaurant version of your best friend saying, “Screw him, eat the tacos.”
And speaking of comfort… the gentleman sitting across from me? Gorgeous. Like, “Beau who?” levels of distracting. I came for emotional recovery. I left with a full stomach, a little buzzed, and dare I say, a glimmer of hope.
10/10—will be back again. Probably on a date. Probably not with Beau.