Scottsdale brunch mostly means bottomless mimosas and a DJ. The Eleanor, from the Fate Brewing family in a former dry cleaner at Hayden and Osborn, is the polite rebuttal: homemade pancakes, refilled coffee, and the volume turned down. It is not inventive, and that is exactly the point.
The Eggs Blackstone is the order — a Benedict with bacon and roasted tomato, lifted by Meyer lemon in the hollandaise.
When to go: weekday mornings, when the room is calm and there’s no list. Weekends bring a wait, though a shorter and quieter one than the Old Town party rooms.