Don’t you love places with a sense of humor? They don’t take themselves too seriously? On our last day in Albuquerque, we all ate breakfast at the Range Cafe. What’s the first thing you think of when you hear the words range and cafe together? I thought of cowboys, Home on the Range (the song), etc. You know, down home, basic cooking from the chuck wagon. Well, take a close look at this picture. Notice the ranges? And that blue sky above the ranges? A mural. Great food, too. Along with the usual choices of toast, biscuits, etc. they offer muffins. I chose the green chile corn muffin—not too shabby, not sweet. I can’t stand sweet cornbread—cornbread so sweet it might as well be dessert—not for me.
Anybody want to share a good place to have breakfast? We could make a list of places all over the US for when we travel.