After devouring a plate of huevos rancheros this morning at Loyola's on Central, I was wondering what the good people of DCF had to say when it comes to the topic of red chile. I have noticed so many levels or styles of red chile right here in our fine city that its hard for me to say personally what is the best. I have had extremely hot, very silky and mild and everywhere in between. I enjoy the red chile at Sophia's Place, Loyola's, Marlene's, had some eye watering hot chile at the Red Ball… Continue
As I continue my recent and strange walk down musical memory lane I am again confronted with 80’s Metal guys. Wednesday night brought me to a place I had not gone in a while… the local metal show for the local metal non-crowd. A friend from high school talked me into it. Another old friend from… Continue
It was really windy, and I was scooting home from work on Tijeras, right before it becomes MLK, and this balloon got swept up by a gust of wind and flew directly in front of my scooter. It was too good to resist-- I reached out and caught it!
I came home and grabbed my camera to take a picture of it attached to my scooter, but it blew away while I was trying to take it. Have you seen… Continue
I'm not usually one for self promotion (yeah right!), but I wanted to let all of the DCF'ers know that tomorrow (Friday August 8th), you can come and enjoy Explora for FREE . The FREE admission lasts from 6am until 10am and is open to everyone. It's part of a promotion we have this summer at The Peak, offering free admission to some of the fun things here in Albuquerque
Who knew that San Pedro was such an international street of mystery? In one corner you have a Mexican restaurant, a French cafe and a tropical grill and sushi bar. Not to mention a phantom German bakery. Interestingly enough, nonexistent German pastries are also non-fattening. The recycled shopping center sign is a testament to the ghosts of restaurants past.
Feeling a hankering for French cuisine, we popped into Le Crepe Pierre for lunch.… Continue
There was a little story in the "New York Times Magazine" on Sunday called "The Urge to Merge" by Cynthia Gorney. It brought up a serious question that I thought I would pose here: are you a lineupper or a sidezoomer?
Huh? Well, you know when you're on the freeway, approaching a construction zone and you see a sign that says "Right Lane Closed in 1 mile" or something… Continue
So here we are at number four in a series of crazy posts. I thought this was going to be the last one, but my daughter demanded I do a couple more. We put on Los Lobos and Los Lonely Boys (in honor of the concert we went to last week) and sang our hearts out in between screams of "STOP THE CAR!"
We've decided to call this one Animal House. We originally were… Continue
No, I didn't take a trip to California for exotic exploration of a natural land state. I camped out at my kids' elementary school (over on the westside) in the hopes of getting them into the city of Albuquerque's before and after school "playground" program.
This is the second time I've camped out at Chaparral Elementary school, and… Continue
Right now, the practice of sustainable farming is both in resurgence and in peril. Farmers worldwide face profound challenges to their survival. Worldwide and most acutely in indigenous communities unraveled by civil war, these challenges include all that is unpredictable in nature but also include industrial agribusiness influences that pressure farmers into increasing their yields with hybridized and genetically modified seed, create addiction to petroleum based… Continue
Yes, I am walking the tightrope of inappropriateness and rules of use of Duke City Fix in order that I may enlist your help in becoming the first ever GOVERNOR OF THE RED SOX NATION for the state of New Mexico.
You see, Red Sox Nation (and MLB) is running a contest to elect 50 Governors of Red Sox Nation (actually 49 Governors and one Mayor (Wash, DC). They already have a… Continue
"I'm not long for this world," he says, the thick hill country drawl slipping from between his tobacco-stained lips.
"None of us are," I reply, staring out across the river slowly slicing its way through the granite canyon.
Tony says he is an out-of-work horseman, on extended hiatus from his seasonal profession guiding the tinhorns through the thick woods of south Texas. Why he is here he won't say, but I think it's the landscape, at the same time stark and lush, that… Continue