This part of the city knows how to set a mood, but this meal does something better. It gives the story a reason to keep going.
The blue corn enchiladas arrive under red chile, and suddenly you understand why one plate can carry a whole article. I walked in expecting a relaxed New Mexico meal with some old Old Town feeling around it.
Then the first bite landed, and my brain went quiet in the best possible way. You know that moment when food interrupts your sentence?…