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by Henrietta Curry
February 28, 2011
Las Cruces, New Mexico
June 20, 2010
Kansas City, Missouri
October 12, 2005
From journal The Abiquiu Inn
August 15, 2003
The café at Abiquiu Inn is the sole eatery in town, but it doesn’t take a mean advantage of this fact. Catering to both locals and passers-through, it serves good Southwestern, Middle Eastern, and Mediterranean fare in a charming setting. The inn, which is run by the Dar al Islam mosque, is surrounded by a green oasis of thriving gardens. The café is part of the complex that houses the Abiquiu Inn, Galleria Arriba, and a gift shop. Stopping for a meal at Café Abiquiu, with its Turkish rugs, rainforest art, and Pueblo Indian artifacts, becomes something of a multicultural experience.
My first meal there was breakfast. I’d arrived early at Abiquiu Inn, the starting point of the O’Keeffe tour, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee reeled me in. Before I knew it, I was seated at an oak table with the sunshine pouring in the window. A steaming mug of coffee, a flaky pastry, and the day’s prospects before me –- I was mightily tempted to linger, but with minutes before the tour’s departure, I couldn’t.
After the O’Keeffe tour and an hour spent in Galleria Arriba and the attractive gift shop, it was lunchtime. What a happy coincidence finding myself at the café once again. I was soon ensconced at a garden-side table with a monstrously large glass of ice tea and a platter of chicken tamales before me. Served with tortilla chips and salsa, a side of pinto beans and salad, the tamales were moist and not highly seasoned. The flavors of the dish spoke for itself -- honest, uncomplicated, and without pretension. It was, I reflected, very much like Abiquiu itself.
The following night, tired after a day’s hiking and wandering, I’m heading back to the campsite and there –- once again –- is the café, like a beacon. This time I’m seated near a large party of summer residents from Ghost Ranch, which gives me ample opportunity to eavesdrop as well as look over their food before ordering. The Middle Eastern and Mediterranean dishes coming out of the kitchen look tasty, so I indulge in my passion for falafel. The hot brown nuggets are served with warm pita bread and tangy yogurt-based dip. Greek salad makes a nice accompaniment to this, departing from ‘standard issue’ in the choice of romaine rather than iceberg lettuce -– an improvement. I fall from grace and order the evening’s special dessert, a slice of pumpkin cheesecake, the swirls of adobe-colored pumpkin marbling the sinful slice. More coffee, more lingering . . . Café Abiquiu is a place I’ll remember fondly for a long, long time.
From journal Abiquiu, Land of Shining Stone