Alma Right

Three types of sliced cactus surrounded the taco al pastor, lovingly lavished with carnitas and pineapple. I glued them with guacamole. doused the mixture with tomatillo salsa, and washed it down with gulps of Cheryl’s margarita. El Alma Cafe y … Read More

Keep Austin Weird

Barbecue has its own dress code, its own language, its own religion.  We stumbled onto the Green Mesquite, a local Austin favorite. Entering this deliciously shabby shack we slid into a booth next to a photo of Delbert McClinton who … Read More

Accomplished Mission

Next to San Antonio’s Riverwalk, at the end of Wavy Crockett Street, this mission may be guarded more closely—but not as fierce—as it was in 1836. I dropped a rental car off here, but they turned me away, so I … Read More

Have An Agave

Anchoring San Antonio’s Market Square, Mi Tierra makes Mariachi music and Mexican food 24 hours a day. They’re proud of their margaritas, and why not? Margaritas cure ricketts, wealth and marriage.

Pumped In For Your Pleasure

The desert flower waits for months to bloom. Forgive me, great spirit of agua: We rolled into a desert oasis grimy with the soot of snow removal after sliding sideways out of a Flagstaff snowstorm at 7,000 feet. Through a … Read More


Walked into a bar in Las Cruces, saw a young man sitting at a table, tattoos over most of his exposed skin head, face and arms protruding from dirty biker leathers. He was reading a book. Reading a book. We … Read More

Patron Saint of Your Kitchen

I spied San Pasquale through a chile shop window in Santa Fe. He smiles from a wooden retablo painted by David Ross. A bon Sante. Ta failte. Bon appetit.

Turquoise, Green Chiles and the U.S. Treasury

Gallup, New Mexico. Stopped at Jerry’s Cafe for the chiles, specifically New Mexico hatch chiles rellenos. We slid into a cozy two-top booth across the aisle from a spittin’ image for Treasury Secretary Stephen Mnuchin. No shit. Doppelganger. I didn’t … Read More