You could hit the corner convenience store for a greasy hot dog on a stale bun. Perhaps you'd rather settle in with the working crowd at a truck stop offering gravy-laden meals that will stick to your ribs or sometimes the back of your throat. And if coffee is the draw, it's possible to sip some decent brews while downing salads, soups and sandwiches. But there is only one always-open dining place in town where the funky side of Tucson's citizenry mingles with mainstreamers holding political office. Grill is a unique animal.
Classic jazz pours from the speakers, in rotation on the CD player, with old movie trailers.
I am constantly amazed at the quantity of quality grub flying out of the kitchen of a place called Grill. Its downtown location and funky atmosphere attracts a diverse clientele who range from politicians to students to cowboys. Then, there is the dark side. One of Grill's ongoing problems is the regularity of it being out of menu items. On each of the past three visits to the restaurant, something from the menu was ordered but never delivered.