Ah Sunday brunch, one of the classic day-specific meals, like Taco Tuesday or Saturday Night supper. As per the suggestion of wicked dear friend Shamus, we went to The Cowgirl for Sunday brunch. Or, rather we went to Legendary Bob Dylan Brunch with Joe West at The Cowgirl.
Legendary indeed! We sat in the bar area, at the bar, because every single table in the place was reserved.
I ordered the brisket hash with poached egg. Instead of toast there was a flour tortilla. Not as absorbent as I’m used to for breakfast carbs, but worked fine to sop up the deliciousness. It was wicked good, by the way. I also had my first local brew, La Cumbre Red Ryeot. Very tasty! Way to go, New Mexico!
The regulars began to fill the place, as the band got set up. Other than bored-looking children and the staff, I think Micah and I were the only people in there younger than 55, and/or were not adorned with extraordinarily large jewelry. Even the men sported rings with turquoise at least a few inches in diameter.
My next beer was the Santa Few Brewing Adobe Igloo, which was very chocolatey and slightly spicy, which was a fine winter beer. Did I mention there’s still a bit of snow here in the shadows? The temperature has been mild though, in the low to mid-50s most days.
The band began and it was fantastic. Joe works the tables of regulars fantastically, and Josh sounds just like Bob Dylan. The whole band was really friendly and very talented. Shamus’ suggestion did not disappoint.
We sat near the corner of the bar and the people on the end kept rotating. After a while a woman named Beverly ended up next to me and stayed there until the end. She was very sweet, and a bit unsure. She saw her ex with his new wife come in, and she told me she needed to go. I told her, “No way, lady. This is YOUR pub, this is your regular Sunday. You are a mighty queen who won’t allow some ex to live in your head rent-free.” I don’t know how often people tell her that she is mighty, but it clearly isn’t often enough. She was very brave and a fantastic new friend.
The bathroom at The Cowgirl is a unisex, so that’s cool, but what was even cooler is that there were two rolls of TP – one underhand and one overhand. This way both types of people can be happy that their TP preference is represented. Neat! (Even though there truly is only one correct way.)
Between sets I spoke with Joe, who was Shamus’ roommate in ye olden dayes of when Shamus lived in Santa Fe. He was happy to hear Shamus was doing well, and I showed him a photo of Oona because she is the best and I love her because obviously.
Last beer was Abbey Brewing Company Monk’s Dark. Very dark and tasty, and brewed in Santa Fe.
During the second set, there were some guest performers, including local legends Bill and Bonnie Hearne.
Bonnie sounded like a angel. It was a really fantastic time, all told. People were dancing, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Except those danged bored children.
After that wound down, Micah and I drove around a bit, and went to Target. I got socks with lemurs on them, because that is awesome.
For supper we made freezer pizza. However, the box was a jerk and had all these really persnickety instructions and is probably Micah’s mortal enemy.