After breakfast (see yesterday's entry) we (Kate, Dora, and I) took a walk through a portion of Old Town Albuquerque.
The city's settlers had built their homes, shops and government offices, many of which have since been converted into the restaurants, art galleries and shops that comprise Old Town today.
in other instances, there were dashes of color.
In addition to the palette of paints, there were contributions from Mother Nature's colorful flowers, plants, and vegetables (such as below).
It was a day for slow walks and short naps. Even this gentleman caught a few winks on his trike.
After our tour of Old Town, we agreed that we’d rather spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing on the Pueblo Cultural Center’s open air patio to be followed by a quick supper at the Harvest Café.
Dora had tasted a bit of my fry bread at breakfast and wanted something that made use of the bread. The Tewa Taco fit the bill. (The Tewa [or Tano] are a linguistic group of Pueblo American Indians who speak the Tewa language and share the Pueblo culture. Their homelands are on or near the Rio Grande in New Mexico north of Santa Fe [wikipedia.com].). Like my fry bread at breakfast, this was about the size of a medium pizza and was topped with ground beef, beans, cheese, lettuce, and tomato.
I started with a cup of their Green Chile Stew made with New Mexican green chile, corn, tomatoes, potatoes, and ground beef. This chunky stew had good heat and flavor, but I would have preferred that it had been made with the more typical pork and not the ground beef.
To accompany the stew, I ordered the Roasted Corn and Wild Rice Fritters which came with chipotle aioli and a cilantro and jalapeno pesto. While the photo makes them look as if they were burned, the dark color comes from the wild rice. These resembled hush puppies although they were somewhat denser.
The minute that Chuck learned that the evening’s special was the ten-ounce prime rib, his choice was made. Unfortunately, the first plate that came to the table was much less than satisfactory. Not only were the potatoes ice cold, the meat had been cooked well past the medium rare requested. Shown here is the replacement dinner that, to my mind, still could have been rarer, but was a definite improvement.
And most importantly, it was a 5.0 Addie visit with Dora.