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THE ART OF ENJOYING TAOS |
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| The road south back to Santa Fe passes the
cutoff for the "Lourdes of North America," the Sanctuary
of Chimayo. Its history is fascinating and to some inspiring. Those
with the time for quiet contemplation will find it delightful. |
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 If all that running around has given you an appetite there are two great places for hearty breakfasts in Taos. Michael's Kitchen right on the main drag bustles with those who have morning appetites. It seems the whole town comes in each day to eat and catch up with the local news. The kitchen there is in full view so remember to compliment the cooks on the way out. The other place for breakfast is Doc Martin's at the Taos Inn round the corner. |
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| The Doc Martin who once owned the property
was the town's doctor and according to our chirpy waitress also the
town's gossip. An alcove in the restaurant used to be the birthing
room. Says a patron contributing to the conversation, "I guess
if the cook in Doc's time had an off day women sitting there would
never know whether they had food poisoning or labor pains." Today's
chef, Scott Radek, grins. He's a local boy, self taught and knows
his meals have won prizes. Lunch in the Plaza at Ogelvies is another
local tradition. Those with a car can enjoy dinner four miles north
on the edge of town at The Old Blinking Light and, in the same area,
the Vista Grill. Small town as Taos is, all its restaurants have websites.
marketplace.taosnews.com "So that's Taos," says Steve Fuhlendorf, a town booster,
"A 400 year-old history, great natural beauty, ten impressive
museums, lots of art galleries and artists, both much more accessible
than those in Santa Fe and a small town atmosphere that's less formal
than some other cities." |
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At the end of a typical day in this somewhat
funky little New Mexico town when you believe you are done with looking
at art and perhaps thinking of lighting a fire back in your Sagebrush
Inn room, you are still lured by color even as night rushes in. You
find yourself on the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, 612 feet above one of
North America's most famous rivers, on what was once called the "Bridge
To Nowhere" because the state money ran out that year before
the road beyond could be completed. And you watch spellbound as the
Almighty paints the sky with colors found only on His palette. |
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