Okay, so blogging on the road has been a wee harder than I imagined. Right now I’m logged on at Ron’s in Albuquerque, rushing to get something posted before we go…eat, of course.
For lunch today Hub and I drove east on Zuni until we found Lupe’s. With all the homemade signs in Spanish, we figured it was a good bet. We tried the green chicken mole (due to our mutual obsession with making and eating moles–see previous posts) and lengua tacos (another shared obsession). In fact, I’ll probably need to create a few new blog categories for my food obsessions, such as mole, lengua, quince, and goat/sheep milk products. But more on those later.
They also had a decent horchata and one of my favorites: champurrado. The latter is a kind of warm ricey/milky/cinnamon drink made with corn. It wasn’t on the menu–so often the best stuff isn’t.
I was too nervous to whip out my camera in the middle of the restaurant, so this photo of the exterior (taken with my Xmas gift to myself) will have to attest to Lupe’s authenticity (in fact, the birria sign was the clincher). The crowd was a mix of Latin and Anglo, all happily serenaded by a guy with a big cowboy hat belting out the rancho songs in the dining room.
Wish you were here.