Bill's Grill — Restaurant in Prescott

It just kept getting worse! We really wanted to like this cute place but just couldn’t manage it. We started with the fried pickles as an appetizer. They were just ok, thick spears (about a quarter of a pickle) with a thin flavorless breading. Served with a very basic ranch dressing. I ordered the special, a SW Veggie Sandwich. It wasn’t bad really (definitely the best part of the meal) it was basically warm guacamole, spicy chilies and melted cheese on sourdough. If it weren’t for the giant pile of pungent raw onions (which weren’t mentioned in the description) I would have been reasonably happy. My daughter ordered the chicken and rice with Thai Peanut Sauce. We were starving after two days of camping and hiking so I was done with my sandwich before I noticed that she was scraping off the sauce from her chicken before eating it with a bewildered expression on her face. She’s had Thai Peanut Sauce before so I had no idea what she could look so confused about. Once I tried a bite of her food I was quickly enlightened! It was like someone had taken a package of gelatin and added it to a cheap peanut butter before globbing the bland gooey mess onto dry over-cooked chicken chunks. It was flat out nasty. We were sitting there staring at her food when the waitress came and dropped our check asking if we wanted a box. I let out a horrified “noooooo”. You would think she would have taken that as a queue to ask how our meal was (for the first time!) but no. I think she knew it was terrible and wasn’t going to give us a chance to say so. Then again she only poured me a little over half a cup of coffee and never came back to refill it so maybe she just wasn’t a very good server? Once she dropped the food we could see her through the window but she never came back until she dropped the check. She wasn’t busy with other tables or anything else as far as I could tell.

We only ended up here because our hotel desk lady recommended it and we were too hungry to peruse reviews. Apparently she can’t be trusted! Lol

*All is not lost though! If you’ve had a meal so bad it threatened to derail an entire vacation day, it can be saved with a visit Frozen Frannie’s. Fantastic service! Amazing blood orange sorbet and a stevia sweetened white chocolate ice cream that would put a smile on anyone’s face! Can’t thank them enough for ending our day on a...

During a trip to Prescott from the Valley, my mom, dad, and I had decided to hit up LazyG Brewhouse for a late lunch, early dinner situation because my dad had been getting hungry and we knew the later it got (on a Saturday), the more crowded any restaurant would be.

Upon pulling up to LazyG, my mom and dad remembered they had already been there a couple years back with my aunt and uncle, so we decided to try a different place. I had suggested Bill’s Grill due to it being a burger place that didn’t have $20+ burgers on the menu.

First note, they had a few other people in there, but like I said earlier, it was around 3 PM on a Saturday in August. It wasn’t peak time so we were able to pull into a parking spot in their parking lot super easily. We were able to seat ourselves and our server checked in on us quickly. My mom and I weren’t hungry as we wanted to get ice cream for dinner at a different place, but my dad was really hungry. Me and her got the basket of sweet potato fries and split those, while my dad got the special that was written on the board you see when you first walk in: the Philly Cheesesteak. With an addition of fries on the side that were extra ($3 - that’s how they can get away with only charging $12 for a burger).

The food came out rather quickly. Our sweet potato fries were hot, crispy, and with just the right amount of salt. I quite enjoyed them. My dad’s Philly Cheesesteak and fries weren’t anything special though. His fries, I thought, had almost no flavor and were too crunchy for my liking. But my parents didn’t find anything wrong with them and actually gave them praise, so. The sandwich, however, was where the meal fell short. It doesn’t take much to impress my dad and even he gave it 3 stars out of 5. It was mostly bread and peppers. The chipotle sauce wasn’t too chipotle and didn’t pack enough punch. There was also not much meat for a Philly Cheesesteak. The long slices of pepper were the main stars of the show as you can see in the picture. He also wished there was more cheese.

Maybe their burgers are better, but the meal wasn’t anything worth remembering for us. Also, NO AC. It was fine when we went in there, but after walking around the downtown, it would’ve been nice to sit in some AC for a...

There are many ways to heal from a breakup. Some people take up pottery. Others find solace in yoga, journaling, or crying quietly into the sleeve of a hoodie that still smells like their ex. And then there’s me, opting for the true path to emotional recovery: burgers. Big, juicy, soul-repairing burgers.

Fresh off a lake day (and a recent emotional shipwreck courtesy of Beau), I made my way to Bill’s Grill in Prescott, where the dress code was casual enough for someone still air-drying from paddleboarding and just unhinged enough to welcome someone still emotionally damp from crying in the car. Honestly? My kind of place.

The moment I sat down, I knew I was in a safe space. The staff was friendly and fast, which is ideal when you’re one minor inconvenience away from unraveling and need sweet potato fries to stabilize your mood. Speaking of, which I ordered with a side of “the good ranch”. You know the kind: chilled, creamy, definitely not the sad watery stuff in a packet. This ranch understood me better than Beau ever did.

And the burger? A masterpiece. A glorious, messy, delicious monument to emotional resilience. Each bite felt like reclaiming a little piece of my dignity. By the time I hit the halfway mark, I was already making peace with my breakup and planning a long-term relationship, with this menu.

The vibe was chill, the food was top-tier, and for once, nobody asked me how I was doing emotionally (thank God). Just burgers, friends, and the satisfying crunch of sweet potato fries reminding me that happiness is real and occasionally deep-fried.

10/10 will absolutely be back. Because healing is hard, but a burger at Bill’s Grill makes it a hell of a lot easier. And honestly, if Beau had taken me here, we might still be together. His...