It was a long day in Phoenix and with the day coming to an end, I was in need of a cocktail... or two... maybe it was three. I can't remember. But that's also the sign of a good time.

"We're going to the basement of an old car garage," I was told. Huh? What was I getting into? But surprisingly as you go down the steps to UnderTow, you're transported to an experience like you've never had before. You feel like you're onboard a ship that's slowly making its way through the Atlantic Ocean. (Well, it might be different when you visit since it all depends on what chapter they're on in the story.)

It's a tight fit in the bar. The seating is limited so it's encouraged that you either get there early or make a reservation. Alas, when you're a guest of the owner... well, you get the idea.

To hear the story of how UnderTow came to be is fascinating. Remember, the location was a former lube shop. For it to become a tropical haven filled with interactive screens making it look like you're downstairs in a boat is pretty wild.

Elsewhere in Phoenix, it has become a long-standing tradition that I stop at a KFC while in a new city. This dates back to one of our first tourism press trips when I was away at Easter and couldn't enjoy the big turkey family dinner. Everything was closed that night in Montreal and chicken was the closest thing I could get. Ever since, I've made a point of popping in for a photo opp.