Greasewood Flat began life as an old bunkhouse building in the middle of the sprawling DC Ranch which ranged over thousands of acres of Sonoran Desert in the late 1800’s. Over the last century this desert has developed into one of the most affluent areas of Scottsdale, AZ.
Doc Cavalliere bought 45 acres where Greasewood sits back in 1955 to have a place to get away from “downtown” Scottsdale, 21 miles south. The property came with a little wood and canvas building housing a café known as Pinnacle Peak Patio. He and his wife Marge changed the name to Reata Pass and ran it until 1975. By then they were in their 60s and decided to slow down a bit, so Doc fixed up the old bunkhouse, built some picnic tables, added a dance floor and opened up Greasewood as a little hideaway for his friends.
In typical old west fashion, Doc didn’t consternate too heavily on what to name the place. The area is flat and there are a lot of greasewood bushes – thus Greasewood Flat.
Since then Greasewood has grown into one of the last bastions of Old West Scottsdale, with its outdoor dance floor, corrals full of burros, rustic wagons, fire pits, and cast of characters all contributing to an atmosphere that compels you to kick up your heels and toss back a cold one.
While there has been many a celebrity to stop by, the real stars are the locals who have been a part of Greasewood’s unique heritage: Stan, our Mayor for the last 35 years; Jenner, the old hippie who painted everything and everybody who would sit for him; The Chicken Coop Cutie, a story that can’t be told in print; Mary, who has never missed a day of work in 29 years; Emmett, the bar dog and icon of laid-back-attitude; Ruthann, the minister who held services each Sunday at our Chapel and presided over “communion” at Greasewood following services; and of course Doc and Marge, who presided over all while they were with us and still inspire us today.
Greasewood Flat invites you to come on by, sit with the old timers, stroll the barnyard, try to figure out what all these old things did, enjoy a cold libation and award-winning burger and soak in the old west atmosphere.
Oh, and don’t forget to ask about the time we traded a B-17 ball turret for a Quad 50-Calibur Anti-aircraft gun…