Yes, it was delish...
While in Albuquerque last week I couldn’t wait to have breakfast at the Frontier Room. I stayed just down the road and walked there bright and early to have my fix of perfect Huevos Rancheros. I used to come here during high school after track meets and at nights where there wasn’t much else to do except go to the dollar movies. Friends and I would pretty much always get the giant cinnamon bun, slathered with some buttery sugar coating that couldn’t possibly be good for you.
Cheap, Tasty, Authentic
This is your classic greasy spoon in the Nob Hill neighborhood next to the University of New Mexico. But it’s not just students that go here–just about anyone in the city who knows good down home New Mexican food has had their share of The Frontier’s good eats. Except for the cinnamon buns, pretty much everything is slathered in green chile here–diced or stewed style, your choice.
View from my seat at the window
In fact, these black vats above are filled with green chile stew, in case you need to further drown your food in it, and lots of people do. For all the years I’ve come here, I’ve never noticed these vats of heaven. How? I have no idea.
Dig them horns
Breakfast rush
The decor might just be as classic New Mexican as the food. A mad mix of black velvet paintings, guns, longhorns, depictions of cowboys on the loose, oodles of hung Navajo rugs, and house plants that are likely hiding holes in the walls. I personally like to sit in the main room, away from all the interior dressing simply because I love the natural light, big window booths, and watching the line, the way people get so happy after they hit the green chile vat, the tortilla machine, and orange juicer. Breakfast doesn’t get much better than this.
Probably not real Navajo rugs here
John Wayne shoots you on your way out
