C. Lee H.
Yelp
Couple things.
1. This was the *third* of the Albuquerque Range Cafes my husband and I stopped into today. (Er, yesterday as of writing this.) Bernalillo, Rio Grande, and this location last. Bernalillo is it's own stripmall-sized thing; Rio Grande I had just smoked a big fatty joint in Old Town before and it was only a run-in/run-out sitch (explanation will follow) and I have ABSOLUTELY NO opinion on that one. I made it like two feet into the lobby. Probably a great place too. *shrug*
And then there was three, uh, the third: Downtown.
Meant to also be an in-and-out (getting to it) turned into us realizing we still had time to kill before our plane and would more than likely have to eat at an overpriced sports bar in the airport. *shudder*. So we got food.
The actual restaurant space is... a restaurant... space. Nothing really sets it apart from most other restaurants. It's clean, the staff was friendly and patient with my ass coming and going and then coming and I think going again after I had, um, came one more time. It was a very arid experience, I promise.
For not really standing out too much, the food was way more standout than I expected. I ordered the quesadilla and my husband the green chile corn fritters to share. Both were great and the fritters had more of a kick than I was expecting. Which, to be fair was none.
BUT the real reason I had my husband shuttle my husk to and from multiple Range Cafes is the Art*o*Mat machines they have. If you aren't familiar, look it up. (You clearly have the means to and unless your toddler is on fire or there is a capybara pulling up RIGHT THIS MINUTE, you've no excuse not to). I stumbled across these machines in Santa Fe (our hotel had one in the lobby) and it's such an amazing concept and execution that I had to seek out more machines. Hence three Ranges. It's really cool to see this chain putting these treasures in your establishment. Will be back for sure.
(Also, shout out to our server whose name I will never remember [see Old Town Joint above and a follow up joint to this meal] but knew who Rainer Werner Fassbinder was. If I hadn't been exhausted from the Taos to Albuquerque drive, followed by lots of driving/walking around for penny-pressing machines [husband's vacay collectible] and Art*o*Mat machines, I would have engaged more. You were cool, I was tired at the moment)
Next time we are in town, I will be back.