Cheap dates — pay attention!
I spent about five years in Albuquerque during the 1990s and thrilled to two types of restaurants that seemed to decorate every other block in the city, and which I hadn’t before encountered. One was the New Mexican cafe, complete with carne adovada (red-chile marinated pork), green chile on everything, and sopaipillas; the other, Japanese fast food, featuring bowls of white rice with steamed vegetables and teriyaki meat.
After Albuquerque? South Florida. Then Washington, D.C. Then Baltimore. No New Mexican cafe, no Japanese fast food. Now Colorado, and I’m back in business…
