Your favorite cartoon about a metal band needs your help to end.
Indigenous Peoples Day became an official thing in Albuquerque.
The new season of American Horror Story is making headlines, be they good or bad.
A local woman claims to know of a bomb at Winrock last night.
Slime in apple juice makes some people exited about aliens.
Country-turned-pop singer Taylor Swift is facing very little piracy. Why aren't you stealing her stuff?
Gay people are allowed to do things in Indiana once more.
It costs more, but you'll pay it gladly. Netflix ups their price by one whole US dollar.
A Burque family is rescued by their wonderful dog.
It’s Wednesday November 26th and this rude ass storm is ruining Thanksgiving!
Meanwhile in Southern California, three six-year-old girls are cooler than we will ever be, and skateboard all the damn time.
In Pakistan, 20-year-old Aansoo Kohli teaches 150 children in a shed, isn’t paid for the job, and is finishing her Bachelors Degree,
And if you’re American and you're reading this from your tent outside Best Buy while you wait for a 99 cent TV, joke's on you! You’re doing it wrong!
A local “cafeteria angel” is paying off student lunch debts at elementary schools anonymously and depositing money into needy families' bank accounts, because apparently some people care about other people?
And while the rest of us are consuming questionable amounts of alcohol this “holiday” season and arguing with our racist in-laws, these dogs are all that really matter this Thanksgiving.
Americans can't do anything right. We can’t even dress ourselves! Which really pisses Kate Midleton off. C'mon, you guys! Get it together!
Merry happy Thanksgiving, or whatever. Don’t drink and drive.
Spring is in the air. Everything is coming up roses. Time for a new favorite ... bike path .... Nah, maybe it's just time to punch the mayor of 'Burque in the nose. Hopefully while accompanied by the chick with 'Burque's best tattoo. After ogling Duke City's best bar staff. Or the city's best mural. Whoever you vote for will forgive you. Or laud you. Since you already left the best casino, y'all take note when you bring your car to your fave mechanic and gab about Albuquerque's best TV personality. Don't misinterpret that, we're talking about television. You open-minded, best adult-shopping, filthy-minded folk.
Albuqurque residents want to express their opinion. This is the time. This is the place. Weekly Alibi's Best of Burque is registering your thoughts. Your opinions. Your needlessly biased self-esteem and ego-centric positions on the what-not and the that thing-a-ma-jig that is SO 'Burque. Mmm, sexy.... What is the best vintage apparel store?
A better question is who is the "best street artist"? When you're driving the kids to school, who is the "best local radio personality"? Remember that billboard on northbound I-25 advertising the psychic? No? Weekly Alibi is fairly sure you have psychic friends anyway, so vote already, citizens!
“Who thought of this idea? Like, ‘Hey man, I’m gonna buy a bus, make it awesome and then sell crepes from it.’ I mean, thank God they did cause this is delicious. ...”
That was a quote from a neighboring customer, and my taste buds surely agree.
Food trucks are not a new phenomenon. They’ve been driven around cities for decades. I even grew up frequenting a taco truck on the way home from soccer practice. It was quick, easy, cheap and, above all, delicious. However, the difference between the taco truck parked in the dirt lot by I-25 and what I experienced this past week are worlds apart.
It began in Los Angeles, as Kogi Korean BBQ trucks weaved their way into the hearts of Californians through tantalizing cuisine. With instantaneous tweets updating the location of their fleet of tasty grub, I’m pretty sure this contributed to the population compulsively checking their smart phones. The whole city was glued to their mobile devices, in pursuit of that damn Kogi truck. I like to imagine a bug-eyed crowd, clutching their growling stomachs while making a rapid zombie crawl into parking lots to find the infamous truck. Needless to say, food trucks were making a gourmet comeback.
The trend soon made its way across the nation and cultures: Belgian waffles in New York City, lobster rolls in Harvard Square, crème brûlée in San Francisco and cupcakes in Philly. You can pretty much get any type of food you could ever want from a mobile kitchen. Yet, unbeknownst to many Burqueños, we too have our own collection of motorized restaurants.
Every Wednesday in the Talin Market parking lot, an array of eclectic vehicles serve up delicious nosh. In the mood for some comfort food? Head on over the The Supper Truck for some good ol’ shrimp and grits or maybe some catfish tacos. What about pierogies? The Gedunk Food Truck can sate that craving in a savory second. Needless to say, Albuquerque is not lacking in diversity. This makes choosing what to eat so much more difficult, but that’s not a problem I’m too upset about having.
The variety and temptation of the trucks did have me wandering around the parking lot for a good 15 minutes, unsure of what delectable dish I was going to have during my lunch break. I finally settled on The Boiler Monkey. This refurbished bus caught my eye with one simple word: crêpe. Whether you want sweet—think Nutella with banana, cinnamon with baked apples—or savory—maybe the Burque Turkey interests you—there will be a crêpe specifically created to suit your tastes. As much of a sweet freak as I am, I opted for savory and went with The Farm. Complete with spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes and feta, and topped with a balsamic reduction sauce, I was in taste bud heaven.
I reveal some embarrassing memories, wax (sort of) poetic about the New Mexico music scene and use way too many proper nouns in my intro column, Dancing About Pueblo Revival Style Architecture. I’m a noise fan, so send me your feedback.
In this week’s music feature, Marisa Demarco tells the story of a local indie rock quintet, Sad Baby Wolf, and how three of its funny, unpretentious members make the rock and roll lifestyle mesh with fatherhood. The Sad Baby Wolves also explain the origin of their name, the evolution of their lineup and, yes, two of the members’ relationships with The Shins. Read all about it here and see them open for the aforementioned famous band at Kiva Auditorium tonight.
Opening for The Shins
Thursday, Oct. 4, at 7:30 p.m.
Inside the Convention Center
401 Second Street NW
Tickets: $33 to $43
Lynette, newly crowned Burque culture queen, has all kinds of shit to say. She's going to say it in our paper.
So, like, what do you want to know?