A tradition in Santa Fe since 1974, Tomasita’s is a perpetually packed restaurant serving traditional cuisine of Northern New Mexico. Renowned for their red and green chile cooked daily, The Monster is eager to dive into some stomach-lining food on this wintery day.
Divided into multiple rooms, each has its own distinct feel. Whether you opt for the light filled “garden” room, the main dining room or the small nook off the bar that feels just like a Denny’s, get ready to chow.
At the gorgeous Encantado (an Auberge resort) outside of Santa Fe in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains is the acclaimed Terra. The drive in is beautiful as you leave behind the city for unspoiled nature.
It’s modern yet true to the region. As The Monster takes a seat by the fire he orders The Hot Fairy to get the insides warmed up. It’s Bellagio hot chocolate, Bailey’s and Kubler absinthe. Yum.
Down a long driveway off of artist haven Canyon Road sits The Compound, James Beard award winner as the best restaurant in the entire Southwestern region. Since this is dinner number two of three this evening The Monster has to be a bit circumspect with his ordering.
The dining rooms are done in a contemporary Southwestern motif by acclaimed architect Alexander Girard, meaning none of the garish flair seen in many of the other restaurants this way.
The first taste of La Boca, a tapas restaurant in Santa Fe, is the blood orange sangria, perfectly delicious for a day when the temperature is in the teens. It’s a cute space off the main square and it’s hopping with tourists and locals alike as the flamenco music washes over animated conversations.
It’s happy hour so The Monster decides to nibble on a few plates to begin his New Mexico eating extravanga.
Life’s great sources of debate. Religion. Politics. Sports. Fashion. The Monster’s eating habits. They are endlessly causing rifts in the fabric of humanity and our desire to live freely and peacefully amongst each other.
The Monster will readily admit his eating preferences don’t make a whit of sense. Never had coffee/love coffee flavored food. Don’t like bananas/seek out items with the very essence of banana. Hate olives/worship olive oil. And then there is cheese.
Dreadful music blasting, Millions of Milkshakes is long on gimmick and self-promotion and terribly short on results. With videos of the d-list celebs who have popped by to lend their name to an overhyped concept, The Monster gets a Miley Cyrus (cookie dough and Reeses Peanut Butter Cup) and has to pause when they ask if they should put whip cream on top of Miley. He ultimately says yes but feels filthy for it.
That is the highlight of Millions of Milkshakes. Because the shake itself sits half eaten, a waste of $5. It’s too thick and tastes like absolute, 100% crap. If this is what Miley Cyrus tastes like…
Malibu is filled with wonderful people. And a ton of unbelievable douchecocks (DC’s from here on out). There. The Monster said it. Your tolerance for such will be a determining factor on how often you make the trek up the PCH.
Billing itself Thai beach cuisine in Malibu, Cholada is a ramshackle little nook you could easily drive by on your way to the Country Mart to be surrounded by hype and shoddy food offerings. Just barely having ocean views (and that’s being generous) as the cars whiz by the front windows, Cholada is short on atmosphere but long on tasty food.
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