Honestly, some of my favorite memories in Washington revolve around finding those hidden gems that nobody else seems to know about.
You know the kind, the tiny, hole-in-the-wall joints where the air smells like roasted peppers and the staff treats you like you’ve been a regular for decades. I found this little café recently that has mastered the art of the green chile, and it’s honestly nostalgic in the best way possible.
It isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel, it isn’t doing anything trendy, and that is exactly why I’m obsessed. It’s authentic, it’s bold, and it reminds me of everything I love about local comfort food…