We were both in our early twenties when we met. I, along with my new wife and daughter, had just moved to Albuquerque and Blair, still living with his parents, had the house across the street.
Well-educated, middle-class folks, they'd come from Chicago. Blair had been doing concrete work for several years and along with inheriting his parents height had added about 270 pounds of muscle.
He had a 1947 Indian (motorcycle) with an extended fork that his girlfriend drove while he, perched behind, played his banjo. They and a few other biker friends would drive down to Ruidoso or Hobbs to visit the Dairy Queen...just to have an excuse to ride.
Indian Chief - Steel Gray (2018)
So now, imagine yourself ensconced upon a vehicle of similar cachet, in the company of someone whose presence delights, having sated your other desires and now in need of further inducement. B.J. Bull Pasties and Pies will, I guarantee, provide the satisfaction. In no way could this be characterized as an excuse; this is a DESTINATION!
A joint venture of two, the woman pictured, I didn't get her name, runs it. As you can see, it's spotless. And when I wandered in around 2:30, she was nearly sold out. So, plan accordingly.
Excerpted w/o permission from Google review: Pasties (pass-tees), nothing fancy just good pasties, Cornish miners introduced pasties to the mining communities, they are a meat pie able to be eaten by hand when working in the mines.) Similar to the knishes one finds in the delis of Shaker Heights, Ohio.
I enjoyed both the beef (with potato) and cabbage (I forget its other ingredients) pasties and bought the remaining bread pudding, an apple pie and a pecan pie, all three of perfect proportion. Never much of a bread-pudding fan, this one completely changed my attitude. The other two, as stated above, are guaranteed.
Thank god Indian revived. Now all you need is a driver and to tighten up your banjo riffs.
