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The future really ought to be now. If 2010 isn’t the future, we don’t know what is and we’re starting to get suspicious about whether or not it’s ever going to show up. New Mexico’s future has to do with more than just Virgin Galactic’s spaceport and Chevron’s 1 megawatt concentrating photovoltaic power array—there are a host of local and regional initiatives we’re also waiting around for that aim to improve daily life and local living.
It was a masticatory week for Santa Fe’s restaurants
The same Senate that failed to close corporate tax loopholes or marginally increases taxes for the wealthiest citizens, wants to nickel-and-dime New Mexico's Organic Commodities Commission to the tune of $172,000—a 36 percent cut from its requested budget. Is it worth the damage to a $45 million industry.
Jambo Café and El Patio are local start-ups we love. These two eateries are waiting around for a remade St. Mike's to spice up the streets of central Santa Fe.
Put your chocolate in my peanut butter
To take a fine, hot chile, stuff it with flavorful cheeses, batter it to perfection and fry it into a state of elegance requires uncommon skill. To then wrap that relleno in a moist, fluffy omelet, an aromatic avalanche of chile and more cheese requires uncommon cojones. To plate it with crack-laced potatoes and a tortilla requires Aldana’s.
A genuine sense of urbanity in Santa Fe isn’t found in museums or galleries. It isn’t found in capital city politics or at the opera or among top-ranked restaurants. It’s on the side of the road, in junky trucks, churning out chili dogs.
In advance of attending the Wine Basics class at Amavi, I developed a mantra: “Don’t chug the wine, don’t gulp the wine, don’t spill it on your face…again.”
But it didn’t work.
The newly opened Casablanca restaurant at the corner of W. San Francisco Street and Burro Alley is still getting off the ground, but its Mediterranean presence in downtown Santa Fe inspires a tahini-soaked daydream.
Opening a bar in Santa Fe, given that New Mexico’s liquor laws appear to have been drafted in 17th-century Salem, is just stupid. Add the pricey rents and it’s borderline mental illness. Opening a restaurant here is an equally unsound endeavor, but with lower profit margins. Open both and you've got Corazón.
