Kettle, Albuquerque, NM

Albuquerque was interesting last week. I flew in late Monday night and our flight was delayed in Dallas, so it was about midnight New Mexico time (a/k/a 2 a.m. D.C. time!) before I got to my hotel room. Hadn't eaten since lunch, so I dropped by the Kettle Restaurant across the street from the hotel and had huevos rancheros, and began what would become my litany of poblano and serrano peppers on everything in Albuquerque.