Sixty six years ago, on our way from Arizona to visit my Mom's birthplace in Taos, Mom, my new Step Dad, and I, age nine, stopped for lunch at the Plaza Diner in Santa Fe.
Today, on our way from Albuquerque back to our home in Taos, Thea and I stopped for dinner at, you guessed it, the Plaza Diner. Mine was delicious. So was Thea's in-house made hummus and pita plate. Neither of us could eat it all, so lunch tomorrow is foretold.
The Plaza Diner is Santa Fe's oldest, having been on the Plaza since 1905. They serve Greek, American, and New Mexican dishes, as well as mouth watering desserts to locals and tourists alike.
See you there…