Albuquerque

I arrived in Albuquerque on Monday night and have been rewarded immensely in the form of actually spicy food. Tuesday morning, a bit jetlagged, I had a breakfast burrito, filled with eggs, hashbrowns, cheese, green chili salsa, and carne avodado, at the Frontier restaurant, across from the University. There was more spice in this single burrito than exists on the island of Great Britain, especially after I smothered it with an additional ladle-full of salsa. After crawling about downtown in the afternoon, drinking a lovely IPA from the nearby Marble Brewery, I made dinner of a green chili cheeseburger at a diner, before repairing to the Anodyne pool hall for Jack and cokes. Finally, for lunch today I dined with friends at Los Compadres, where I ate a plate of refried beans, rice, and cheese enchiladas, two fried eggs, and cheese, all smothered with a truly outstanding red sauce. In advance of this were served a salsa with chips; said salsa left me so fantastically homesick, so disgusted with the Old World … only the depth of positivity contained in the enchiladas was able to negate those painful emotions.