J A.
Yelp
Post office box-wise, it's in Cimarron, but that is not really that true, because in the middle of nowhere, off of Highway 64 East, where one side is like a panorama of a Western with possibly John Wayne and some fake Indians sidled up against these rock formations as their hideout, is this one building tavern with a dust field outback. As you drive either east or west, it plainly declares in whitewash paint, in the biggest, effing point size ever--say 500, "COLD BEER."
It's pretty to the point and that is the beauty of New Mexico. You know why? Because just up the way, is the NRA Whittington Center http://www.nrawc.org/. I figured Ted Nugent would show up any moment as I phooned it irreverently; 2nd amendment or none.
When a certain yelper's mom and I eyed it, as it was almost 90 degrees at the time, there were more than 10 Harley bikes out front and a lot of commotion going on that said pretty much all of them in there would be stumbling drunk and one away from becoming a raging bull on two wheels. So I thought better of it going east. But after seeing the extinct volcano in the middle of nowhere and Oklahoma in the distant horizon like I was some confused, tarnated Santa Fe settler, a COLD BEER was all we dreamed of. Because surely, Oklahoma would preach me out of it. So driving west now we eyed it again and the Jedi force of a COLD BEER seemed like the best damn idea since they invented this damn hybrid I was driving. Harley men gone check, dog out front, check. Alright, it's on. So we go in and a bunch of college dorks are leaving and two Canadians are finishing up their pizza to go. Bartender looks like he might have been a cross between a professor of lit this life and a cowboy in a past life. He cracks a smile. I see in the side fridge, "Sasaparilla." Ooh, that looks good. That definitely is a COLD BEER for the designated driver. On bottle was some Blue Moon and tap also had Stella. Nice.
Bartender, my friend's mom, and I get to talkin. He is so agreeable, we stay and there is one on the house for my friend's mom. I see a love connection. Good guy. Did live in SF for a bit, but came back out to his roots and bought this tavern from another guy and it's been his for more than 10 years or so. We stayed long enough to meet his one-eyed dog, a sweetie for sure and shoot the shit with Mr. Awesome Bartender Man. Sometimes,being in the middle of here and there is not so random after all. The friendliest places usually are the most random. So get yourself a cold beer and a concert schedule. The bartender keeps it real in Cold Beer, New Mexico.