Desert Fish – Albuquerque, New Mexico (CLOSED)
If you were entertaining a visitor from Seattle or Portland, would you take them to Long John Silver’s, Captain D’s or even Pelican’s to show them how the seafood in land-locked Albuquerque measures up to the seafood in those two bastions of fresh, succulent seafood? Not likely! You’d probably want to take them to a restaurant which showcases New Mexico’s red and green chile. For some reason, however, during business trips to Seattle and Portland, my well-intentioned colleagues insist on taking me to Mexican restaurants. Perhaps they assume that with my Spanish surname and place of residence, I would want to try their Mexican food. That makes as much sense as expecting me to stay at La Quinta and drive a Ford Fiesta rental car. As a consequence of such faulty (albeit well-meaning) assumptions, I’ve been subjected to such chains as Chevy’s and other restaurants of that ilk where instead of “red or green,” a gloppy brown “sauce” absolutely reeking of the accursed demon spice cumin is ladled on liberally over the overly cheesy entrees. Perhaps discerning my disdain for chains, my colleagues have also entertained me at such independent, but no less offensive Americanized Mexican restaurants as Macheezmo Mouse (you read…