Oaxacan Old Fashioned
Bebidas nuevas-antiguas at Mezcal Tequileria
The Daily Word in Bear Attacks, Farts and Americans Against Algebra
Mother's Day News: NM ranks 42 in the nation for "best states for working moms." If we just keep trying and really work at it, I bet we can get rated as the worst state ever one day. Hell, we're doing good so far.
Ready for the inside track on Ted Cruz? Take a look at this article written by one of his college co-debaters who describes him as some kind of pompous blowhard.
Do you know how they make tequila? I didn't.
Some dickhead shot a 17-year-old a month ago while he was walking to school after he took the kid's cell phone. Thankfully the victim is alive and recovering. Here's footage of his description given to police.
Well, if you thought racial profiling in airports was easing up, just ask this Ivy League economist about being pulled off a plane because of the dangerous looking math equations he was working on (spoiler alert: they had nothing to do with terror).
The Sandia Peak Tramway has added two cars to its stable in celebration of its 50-year anniversary. I'm still too wimpy to ride them, though.
There's a lot of debate around whether or not it's okay to kill an adult bear that has wandered into civilization. Apparently some people have never seen a bear attack and think they're all sweet and cuddly. I blame the teddy bear.
A historian believes he has discovered the secret of the man in the iron mask. Not only was it not Leonardo DiCaprio, the mask wasn't even iron.
The chemical that makes farts smell is leading to a new era in medical treatment. Well, there's my fart joke quota met for the day.
Pre-Día de las Madres
Saturday, May 7: Tequila, Taco and Cerveza Fest
Fancy fish tacos y todo
In honor of ¡Ask a Mexican! columnist Gustavo Arellano’s visit to Albuquerque next Wednesday, our restaurant critic paid a visit to an upscale taco and tequila bar named after the Arellano family's home state: Zacatecas. Fish tacos, ahoy!
¡Que Vivan los Tacos!
I mean, what better way to pay tribute to Señor ¡Ask a Mexican! himself than getting buzzed on organic mescal in a place named after the Arellano family's home state, Zacatecas?
You know when you’re in the car, mind adrift, and suddenly you realize the worst song you’ve ever heard is on the radio and you’ve been listening to it for a full minute? This happens to me frequently because I masochistically force myself to listen to FM in an effort to keep track of the commercial junk that is considered acceptable music (I also can’t find the adapter for the iPod).