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I can still hear the
faint sound of my rumbling stomach bouncing off the adobe walls in
Santa Fe's vast emptiness. Why there was not another single soul in
this place on a weekend at lunchtime is beyond me, but at least the
service was personal and attentive. Of course if we were the only
people in the place, the waitress was pretty much screwed on tips
if she abused us. The irony of the fiesta banners outside is not lost
on me, but I can't help but feel that any place with margaritas on
the UES is bound to pack in the young couples on Saturday night--despite
our rather lackluster experience to the contrary. The faux Tex-Mex
interior is actually pleasant, and would lend itself nicely to a nice
tequila buzz. The fajitas were decent, but certainly not remarkable.
The menu is simple, and they have Negra Modelo, so things are easy
to manage and manage to go down easy. I'm not really sure what that
means, other than this is probably a pretty good neighborhood joint
that might want to think about pumping up their lunch strategy. [MF]
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