Would you be surprised if I told you that one of my favorite restaraunts in Santa Fe is a little place called the Bobcat Bite? In this tiny little cafe, you might very well find yourself eating at the counter next to a bunch of horsemen and women in spurs and oilskin coats and weathered cowboy hats. At least that's who was there when I went to this restaraunt for the very first time almost 20 years ago.

A hamburger smothered in Monterey Jack cheese and green chile is perfect for today's snowstorm (although I don't have any room left), and the best, the very very best, meal to get going again after an afternoon of equestrian vaulting. I cannot recommend it highly enough. Plus, it's on the way home.

If the winter snow lasts too much longer, I'm going to get fat, and then the vaulting horse will not want to have a thing to do with me.