I have seen heaven, and it's gate is billed as "Chope's." This is what I wanted to write. Since I arrived here in sunny (read: blisteringly hot) Las Cruces, people have been saying that Chope's, 20 miles from Las Cruces in La Mesa (Spanish for, "The Mesa"), is orgasmically good. Well, I've never been one to soil my pants after a taco (well, at least not the front of my pants), so I went with some newly-acquired friends. Chope's is interesting. It's basically a roadhouse bar (read: Patrick Swayze in "Roadhouse"), wherein you can get a 40 oz. of High Life for a pittance. There is an adjacent restaurant where most of the people sans bikes and tattoo-sleeved arms eat. After downing a few beers, we headed to the restaurant. They are famous for their chile rellenos. I got a combination plate--Chile Verde con Carne (basically pureed green chiles grown in nearby Hatch) with tender chunks of beef or pork--a red enchilada, a chile relleno (again, using a Hatch chile--which are about as big as Poblanos, only more slender), and rice and beans. The food, at first bite, was very very good. But, again, not ridiculously good. The chile had great heat with succulent beef pieces, and the enchilada was a rich sauced wonder. (One great thing about this place, however, is that the kitchen is an actual kitchen, as in, one that you might have in your house--not a restaurant kitchen at all, but one with wooden cabinets and a sink and a regular stove.) Perhaps the food is described as being so good on account of the adjacent bar (both prices and atmosphere). The chile relleno was actually the best I've had, due to the great egg white batter fried to perfection, the spiciness of the chile inside, and the cheese, which, interestingly, was of the yellow persuasion. One thing that I find interesting about this place--no mole anywhere. I guess I need to throw a wedding for that.
As I left Chope's, i realized that the food is of a sort that builds slowly in your memory, that you start to pine for it as soon as you leave, that it bubbles up in your recollections until you must return again. Food that is better always in memory, but is a recurrent memory nonetheless.
As we were seated at the bar, I heard someone in the corner shout "Benny! Benny's back everyone!" And who is Benny? Oh, only a mouse scurrying around the barstools. As the bartender returned from releasing Benny from the confines of the bar, she shouted, "Hey--whoever's got the Lexus needs to move it, as it's blocking Benny's spot." This elicted great laughter--this is not the sort of place to bring a nice car. The owner, indeed, was forced to move it, shamefaced and red at the thought, perhaps, that he had worked his way up the "social ladder" enough to acquire such a car, only to be ridiculed for it on account of a well-received rodent.
Yet another thing--there's a farmers and crafts market every Wednesday and Saturday morning here in Las Cruces--less produce than crafts, but I came upon an old woman who was selling fist-sized bags of what she billed as saffron. Indeed, it looked like saffron, but, i'm not kidding, she was selling them for TWO DOLLARS. um, so, i was a mite unconvinced. When I asked her why it was so cheap, she said she couldn't hear. So, I yelled instead, "Where do you get this?" To which she replied, "We grow it!" Hoping to ascertain this, I said, "From a flower?" She said yes, we pick it from a flower. Then she picked up her paper and abruptly ended the conversation. So, if anyone has thoughts on what this might be, I'd be happy to hear them. Or, if anyone wants me to send them some cheap-ass saffron (maybe it's saffron), let me know and I'll send you some. (of course, for the price of 2 dollars plus shipping, which should amount to about 3 or 4 dollars or so.)
Cheers,
Parker