Of course, I'm sure there are plenty of first nights back in Santa Fe when we don't go to Harry's Road House for dinner for the ritualistic margarita and burrito, but (even if we don't eat burritos; even if we don't drink margaritas) there's still something - as I know I've noted before - of the ceremonial return - I've been coming here for 20 years ... The whole front part is fairly new: what used to be a patio is now an atrium with a glass wall that raises in summer (summer, given that there's still some snow on the ground, seems a ways off) - but it now makes a good space in which to wait for one's table, as opposed to crowding and shuffling on some chilly benches, or perching in the very full bar ... So good to be back!
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