I do like to eat a fine, juicy hamburger — why do we call them that, anyway? — preferably with cheese, while sitting at the Taos Diner eying the waitresses, north county hippies, Indians, and crazy people. Such a comforting milieu.
But what about the cows?
Eerie in the afternoon
It’s something in the eyes, especially the black one on the right. Sometimes I think about them, standing there or lying in the crap at night when it gets down to 20 degrees. They just do whatever we tell them (so to speak), and then we eat them. I’m sure if I figured this all out, I’d have to be a vegetarian.
Next lifetime, perhaps.
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I think I may have mentioned it to you once before, but the record still stands for me: Chalie’s Bakery in Las Vegas, NM; THE BEST Green Chile Cheeseburger in the land!!! “Cow; It’s What’s for Dinner”.
I guess you mean “Charlie’s.” Where is that??
Oops, yeah…Charlie’s Bakery & Cafe…Douglas Ave. Soon after I moved to Taos, you mentioned a dining experience at the Plaza Hotel. I attempted to go there for lunch one day, but the dining room was closed. So I went to Charlie’s and my life was changed.
Hamburger, of course, refers to Hamburg, Germany, where the idea of serving ground meat as a steak was (in theory) dreamed up. So when we have that most AMERICAN of meals, a hamburger and french fries, we celebrate the US as a melting pot of (European) cultures. By adding Green Chile, you get Native Americans into the act!