Entering through the hustle and bustle of the narrow kitchen, The Monster is already in love with Love Apple, the last meal in his Taos gustatory pilgrimage. And while The Monster is told this is merely a temporary entrance, it seems perfectly decadent and thrilling, like you’ve been invited to a secret night of orgasmic dining and the first peak is meant to whet your appetite. Consider it a success.
Into the main dining room (the space formerly being an adobe church) which is at once rustic and elegant, dim lighting and candles softly flickering, high pitched wood beam ceilings, a huge mirror along one wall. It’s romantic without trying too hard. Perhaps the one anachronism, why is there a disco ball? If it is meant to add a dash of whimsy consider it on par with the decision to set sail on the Titanic.