New Mexico is a big, beautiful, hungry-making state, and some of its best plates are nowhere near my house. Each dispatch here answers one question a critic can't resist: is this restaurant worth more than an hour's drive for lunch or dinner? The odometer doesn't lie, and neither will I.
An hour north of Santa Fe, out in the country. Fork-tender braise, piped potato purée, a sharp apple slaw — Dale's full write-up of the trip (and the verdict on the miles) is on its way.
Butter lettuce, radishes, walnuts, and something golden and crispy — course two at NOSA. Story to come with Dale's review.
[Placeholder — a possible opening post: the ground rules. What counts as worth it, who rides shotgun, and why the drive is part of the meal.]