|The victors gloat over their fallen foe.|
But what I really want to tell you about happened well before that. On our drive up to Colorado, we always look forward to a meal in Santa Fe. I had spent a lot of time on the computer the day before, trying to decide where to eat. I still hadn’t made up my mind when we got in the car. So, as we drove, I surfed Urbanspoon on my phone and bounced suggestions off Arne. We picked a Mexican place that was reported to have amazing stuffed poblano peppers in cream sauce. I mapped it and we found it.
And it was closed.
We were flailing about what to do when we spotted a little restaurant with a cheerful sign a couple of doors down. El Parasol. It seemed familiar, probably because it had come up over and over in my research the day before. I’d rejected it because it was a walk-up spot with no place to sit. But there we were, and we were hungry, and I had read that the food was awesome. So in we went.