When I moved to Taos in 1994, this was one of the first places I discovered. It was where I went after skiing on a winter's day for margaritas, or for a hearty breakfast before skiing...and where we've gone religiously for all these years for some of the best green chile in el norte.
It's just out our backdoor, so to speak. We can take the 8 mile drive up along the river to the ski valley to have lunch or dinner there on a summer or fall day...without having to go to town. It's been our version of "Cheers" here in Taos. It's where you know you'll see someone you know, catch up on local stuff a little bit, and have as much fun visiting with the staff as you have with your meal.
It's been for sale for years, and this past fall, it finally happened. The new owners left it pretty much as is all winter, but now that it has reopened this summer, it's under their new name and personal touch.
We went up for dinner this past week. I supposed I always knew it would happen, but I was hoping against hope it wouldn't. Phil, the genius behind the recipes, is gone. Most of the staff we once enjoyed so much was dispatched during the winter months. The green chile cheeseburger, according to Mr. Sunflower, was still fine, but then, how much can you do to ruin that. My green chile sauce over my burrito left me broken hearted...it was pretty much tasteless. There was no one else there, also a telling sign. I can't recall ever going in without at least a couple of locals hanging around.
You might like it if you go there, but for me, it's the end of an era. A sad end.