I would have been pissed if Agave Lounge hadn’t any mezcal. Too many tequila bars ignore the less refined, purer and more flavorful product of the agave plant, so if a joint called Agave Lounge had given it a pass, I would have gotten my bitch on.
Young men are jealous of each other’s muscles, cars, athleticism, girlfriends, etc.—almost everything superficial when it comes to evaluating real pride and self-worth. Now that I’m no longer so young, I wonder if it can be considered a sign of maturity that I covet another man’s garden.
Heritage Hotels and Resorts, the hospitality company with an addiction to stretching the bounds of history and culture in its boutique properties, has opened a Chimayó-themed hotel in downtown Santa Fe, complete with a complementary restaurant and a lowrider bar.
When the first group of my friends told me about their rabid fandom for HBO’s Game of Thrones, I didn’t hesitate to condemn them: I thought them cable whores and TV bitches and proclaimed without hesitation that I would not be party to their madness.