But enough about your Mother’s Day plans—let’s talk about the wild frontier. And what it has to do with grabbing dinner next week...
Presenting West of Pecos, a spacious Southwestern outpost slinging green chile burgers and potent punch bowls, opening Monday on Valencia.
Massive booths the size of Texas. An indomitable focus on chiles, whiskey, tequila and mezcal. Yep, you’re gonna want to bring a posse.
Look for a building that seems as if it were taken from the Santa Fe Plaza and dropped into the heart of the Mission. Then head inside, striding past the axe-handled turquoise saloon doors flanked by adobe fireplaces and into a Texas-longhorn-bedecked space. (Axes: always underrated as decor.)
You’ll want a starter round of drinks, like an Old Viejo (a riff on the Old Fashioned). Or you could get the Pecos Punch, served with tin campfire cups acquired from the same supplier for Folsom State Prison. (Johnny Cash loved ’em, we assume.)
You could just sit at the bar, made with wood from a century-old tobacco barn and overlooking a back bar crafted of wood from an abandoned mine shaft. But you’ll probably get hungry. And that calls for a booth.
Request one of the big circular ones made for group-sized platters of crispy carnitas, steak and enchiladas, and poblanos stuffed with calabazita.
We assume Johnny Cash loved these, too.