food

santa fe is a cafe society, we new Mexicans love to get together eat, and socialize, talking about art, the snow, the cold, who is selling paintings, what galleries are hot, what artist is moving to what gallery, local gossip served over a bowl of harry's good soup, or green chili enchiladas with a brew and a toast to picasso for getting us into this painting life. in many ways food is the art in santa fe, i think more dialogue is spent on where the next great meal, great restaurant is going to happen. most of us tend to love the rustic cafes as opposed to swanky, and expensive ones. you can get a fabulous flat iron steak with mole enchilada and cowboys beans, or one of of harrys specials, cuban pork roast with grilled sweet potatoes and moja sause, red beans and rice, with around 12 dollars. fabulous. we know the chef mikey well enough to say hi to him as he s whisking off to his next great idea. its almost guaranteed you ll meet at least one friend at harry's and probably more, which could turn into a table hopping food fest, topped off by one of harry's wonderful dessert, great thick pies, homemade ice cream, a chocolate chip cookie warmed with a scoop of homemade ice cream, all wonderful. harry's staff are generally the best also and the wait staff become family. old route 66 leads the way to harry's and become part of the whole dinner ritual, the locals roaring in for food and friendship, my friend dean, 3 broken ribs, one collapsed lung not withstanding, within one week was holding court at harry's, ribs taped, aching head and wheezing lung wolfishly digging into a 5 inch piece of lemon pie, oh lordy church was in, harry we love thee, your cafe our real church of food and we often think what if there was no harry's, there d be no culture, no watering holes for our souls, because we new Mexicans love to eat and eat well and live well, and for us eating is living, eat well paint well jgk