We did it again. A year ago, when I first started writing this blog, Dave and I had dinner at the St. James in Cimarron. And last week we went back for more. It’s beginning to be a birthday tradition. . .the 12 oz rib eye with sweet potato fries.
This time we took TJ and Rob with us. The food was, again, fabulous. The service was better than that. And the St. James was all dressed up for Christmas, including a bright red bow on the mountain lion mounted on the wall over the fireplace.
I consider the St. James the quintessential New Mexico destination. Historic, full of mystery (ghosts!) but comfortable and unassuming. Down to earth but full of compelling tales (Jesse James, Bat Masterson, Black Jack Ketchum – all those guys and many others hung out there and shot holes in the ceiling of the saloon, where we ate. . .).
Find it at www.exstjames.com. You should really stop in and take a look sometime.
Have one of those great steaks. Or sleep in the old section and let me know which ghosts stopped in for a midnight visit. I’m dying to know.