Howie K.
Yelp
Five plus three divided by two equals four. We visited twice, first for dinner, then breakfast, dinner bordered on spectacular and breakfast was a big service fail, and I bet it was an anomaly, as well as a reflection of the simple reality that finding good help these days, if you're in the service industry, is incredibly difficult. Support it or not, extended unemployment payments are keeping a lot of talent on the couch right now, and me thinks that's exactly what management at Blue Heron is grappling with. I didn't ask.
Somebody give these people an oxygen bar! Not only is the property sitting at 7,000 feet of elevation, the lower levels of the picturesque patio here are only accessible via stairs, and if the weather's right, that's where you want to be sitting, taking in the views of cottonwood and fat, lazy koi. You'll likely experience a crisis of class-consciousness when your server wipes sweat from their brow and catches their breath before reciting today's specials.
But anyway, on to the food. We were shocked when our appetizer, green chile fries, arrived. Easily ten juicy, battered peppers awaited our jaws, not remotely what my New Mexican appetite anticipated, just lovely. Course numero dos, timed to land immediately following our demolition of the first, was ceviche, astonishing (yes, my standards are low). We wrapped things up with fish tacos, I licked all of my digits, and requested they roll us back to our room. One curious note: the cocktails were wine-based. Understandable for 7K feet, but still, curious.
Breakfast was delicious and service completely failed. I usually don't advocate for avocado toast, but order it. Don't get fancy coffee or the red chile bacon. Beware of scavenging ducks.