While traveling out west many, many years ago, my wife and I stopped at a little cantina a few miles outside of Sante Fe, N.M., on our way back home. I was starving, and once I woke her up, she was, too.
Not familiar with their restaurant, I asked the waitress if she could make some suggestions. One of the chicken dishes sounded good to me. She also mentioned that there was a little clothing shop in the other room, so we decided to check it out while waiting on our meals. The waitress then came over to tell us our meals were ready.