Being from New Mexico I can say this, they have the best red chile sauce anywhere and their sunsets are amazing.
Through our journey to see Hubby’s parents we are taking the longer route through New Mexico to stay with some of my family, and so I can get my sopapilla fix on.
This is a very important thing as they are typically fried in oil I can’t have and they just aren’t ‘right’ in Colorado. I never get a golden pillow of delight begging me to grab the honey jar and meld them together in the perfect after dinner treat.
Instead, when ordering sopapillas in Colorado, you get one of two things: a rock hard pillow that could possibly chip your tooth if bitten into or a flat and floppy piece of…square dough…at least I think it’s dough. Another downside to Colorado’s sopapillas is that they come with cinnamon and sugar, strawberries and whipped cream. And if you are brave enough to ask for them plain with honey the look you get is one reserved for tourists who “don’t know what a sopapilla is”.
It’s so annoying that I stopped asking for them at the end of a meal at any “Mexican” restaurants in Colorado.
Thus our trecking 4hours (round trip) out of our way so we could stop in Albuquerque at the corner of Lomas and 16th Street where Monroe’s is located.
While I can’t eat any of their meats, their red chile cheese enchiladas and sopapillas are just what a New Mexico girl needs when she’s in the area.
If you are planning a trip to Albuquerque give them a call 505-242-1111 and talk to them about your allergies. If you don’t have allergies and simply want to taste a plate of pure heaven stop in and see the lovely folks at Monroe’s on Lomas.
If you are fortunate enough to be in this enchanted land in the evening your eyes are in for a special treat. Much like the food at Monroe’s the New Mexican sky as the sun sets gives you much needed food for the soul. The colors are beyond compare and never have I witnessed clouds turning a more perfect shade of charcoal anywhere else.
It is such a calming thing to watch the sky go from blue to gold to pink and then to watch the clouds mysticly turn grey then black.
Tonight Venus (at least I think it was Venus) was shown off to a perfect bright twinkle by the veiled charcoal clouds that surrounded her; though never touched lest they shroud her light.
For as long and as tedious as the day was it was made so much better by good food, a friendly place to stay, and a beautiful transition from day to night. Even Chaz’s bad behavior (he peed on the bed we were to sleep on after being taken outside several times) couldn’t upset me too much.
As I sit here, listening to the washer and dryer, remembering the sights, sounds, and smells of the day, I can rest in thankfulness for the good and the bad. Sometimes the silver lining is found in unexpected places, like the sky at dusk.
Until next time…