San Marcos Cafe – Santa Fe, New Mexico
Contrary to some popular opinion, roosters don’t crow just to be noisy or annoying. They crow as a sign of territorial advertising; they’re protecting their turf. At San Marcos Cafe, the cacophonous din of crowing roosters is understandable considering the throngs of hungry patrons infringing on their turf. There was one famous fowl at the San Marcos Cafe who didn’t chicken out at the sight of guests. Buddy the Chicken, master of all he surveyed, served as the restaurant’s unofficial valet parking attendant and maitre de. Nattily attired in polychromatic plumage and a black bow tie, Buddy welcomed one all and actually answered to his name. When he passed away in 1996, he received an above-the-fold obituary in the newspaper. Name one other chicken who’s ever been honored posthumously other than with “Bless this food we are about to receive…” It’s not just roosters that parade happily on the bucolic grounds of this charming old adobe establishment on the Turquoise Trail about 15 miles south of Santa Fe. Peacocks display their glorious multi-hued plumage while peahens play hard to get. Chickens roam freely looking for the right spots to hold their peck-nics. Turkeys splay their own plumage like politicians puffing…