Last night we traveled south on Hwy. 28, to the sleepy little farming community of La Mesa, to experience the legend that is Chope's. Don't know exactly what it is about this place--'cause honestly, I ain't that picky about my Mexican food--but everyone who knows anything about Las Cruces and southern New Mexico knows that THIS is the place to eat. (Not Northern N.M., mind you; locals will tell you that there IS a distinct difference between foods of the regions. It's kind of like being from Idaho, and being asked if I grew up around potato farms. Or my students in Manteca, who'd never been to the ocean, yet would be asked if they surfed a lot. But I digress!) Chope's is only open a couple hours at lunch and three at dinner, five days a week, and you'd better get there at opening time, because soon after, the line can stretch down the block. I enjoyed a sopaipilla, Jack his quesadilla with beans, and most everyone else the enchiladas, with their choice of--of course--"red or green." Mmm mmm mmm! A perfect way to wrap up our time here in my adopted home state. Here are Grandma Pat and Jack, comparing notes on the salsa:
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