We're driving north along Highway 44 in the northwestern New Mexico heat, coming into Bloomfield, so hungry there was talk of stooping to fast food drive-through.Suddenly, like a desert mirage, appeared a giant wedge of pie and a cup of coffee. Was I hallucinating? No, it advertised an oasis called the Triangle Cafe.
So much for Burger King.
I feared the huge rooftop sign might be better than the real thing, but the Triangle's pie case didn't let us down. We first downed Navajo tacos, green chile tacos on fry bread for Michele and I, and huge cheeseburger platters for the boys. Michele and I also split a superb chile relleno and a dish of sopapillas.
We made a spectacle of ourselves, but we weren't through.
As full as we were, we simply had to have pie. Wandering over to the case behind the counter, we checked out the field. Just at that moment, our super-friendly waitress came out with a fresh pan of cherry pie and pointedly gave me the biggest wedge. Ted got lemon meringue, John Michael chose pumpkin, and Michele ordered chocolate cream.
We all ended up helping each other finish. It was better than auction pie, but not quite Moody's Diner. Here's hoping it's a good omen for Pie Town.
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