Los Primos Mexican Grill – Albuquerque, New Mexico (CLOSED)
When you’re young and dumb and have an inflated sense of invisibility, you commit some youthful indiscretions that often evoke pangs of regret and remorse during your wizened years. Invariably your reflections prompt the question “could I really have been that stupid?.” Sometimes, however, those indiscretions are mischievous and harmless, prompting pleasant memories, maybe even laughter. Indiscretions of the latter type invariably involved my favorite primos Edward and Lawrence. When my primos visited us in Peñasco, all their Duke City slickness and urban sophistication went out the window and they became rural ruffians like us. One of my favorite memories of my primos involves an interloping herd of cows. Because Peñasco was open-range country and cattle didn’t understand either traffic laws or the purpose of fences, they often broke into our yard where the grass was most assuredly greener. Instead of chasing them back onto the street, we drove them (literally) over the river, through the woods and up a steep hill to a small hippie commune about two miles away. The cavorting cattle proceeded to trample the commune’s carefully tended crops (the type of which trigger the munchies camouflaged among the comestibles). Driving past Los Primos Mexican Grill…