The Land of Enchantment

After the very lengthy trip from Dallas to Albuquerque, we managed to squeeze in a fair amount of stuff tonight. We started at El Pinto (recommended to Moy Moy by a friend), a Mexican (and I use the term loosely) restaurant. It was very good, but I can't vouch for its authenticity as there was a picture of the owners (Jim and John Thomas) on the front of the menu. Also, my meal came with a side of French Fries, which was fantastic, but probably not a transplant from the heart of Mexico City. The food was good though, and my margarita was basically pure alcohol. My only complaint would be not enough rice.

Then we ran over to the casino at the Indian reservation we had to drive through to get to the restaurant. I managed to convert the $40 I had into $130 (picture is me admiring my winnings) in the course of about 30-45 minutes through a perfectly executed strategy of quarter slots and Blackjack. I knew it was a sign when the dealer was wearing a Philip Rivers jersey. From there, we decided to celebrate my instant fortune by heading to Kelly's Brewery, but apparently it doubles as a dance school on Sunday nights. While I was ready to practice my Samba, Megan suggested we try Two Fools Tavern across the street. There we enjoyed pints of the local pale ale and tried to learn the rules of rugby watching the London Wasps take on the Harlequins but to no avail. Sightseeing in the city and the relatively short drive to Flagstaff await us tomorrow. Until then ...