Breakfast at Harry's Road House today - the first time back at our local since - since when? - probably January last year. It was its usual excellent self - made the better by being in the company of dear friends Dennis and Morgan. Harry's, though, is having the same problems of lack of staff that so many places in Santa Fe are - it's only open for breakfast, right now, on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, and is completely closed - this is quite shocking - on Mondays and Tuesdays. And quite what will happen after July 1st, when restaurants can go back to 100% capacity, I don't know. Here are all of us fully vaxxed people, excited to eat out again - and on the other hand, here are our favorite eateries really struggling to deliver. I've never seen so many "now hiring" signs, ever - at all kinds of establishments.
And Harry's garden, too, is as ever spectacular and enviable. It always looks as barren as ours in winter - I swear that I am going to haunt it daily, next spring, and see what's coming up from earlier years; what's planted afresh ... I'm intrigued by the nested-pyramid supports for the morning glories - but ours are only an inch high, whereas theirs are already blooming (ours are self-seeded). And their hollyhocks are tall and flowering, whereas ours are six inches tall and rabbit-chewed.
The only thing that was wrong with lunch was that I was on my way down to ABQ airport (yes! a flight!) and am now back in LA ...
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