So, I know this is supposed to be a Miami food blog, but I think most of the people who read this are pretty mobile, certainly upwardly so, yuck yuck. You might not get that if you're one of those people who considers yuppie to mean "young urban professional." I prefer "young upwardly-mobile professional."
I'll defend my point. Yuppies don't need to live in urban areas. They can live anywhere, as long as they like American Apparel t-shirts, platinum credit cards, foreign cars, weird sports like squash and ultimate, cough, frisbie (real yuppies know that Frisbie is a brand that makes really crappy flying disks and that the name of the game is simply "ultimate"). The internet makes one's location practically irrelevant. This is sounding too much like "Stuff White People Like."
Anyway, if you go to Albuquerque, make sure that your girlfriend is a golf pro so that you can stay at the Hyatt downtown and get a sweet discount. Then, when you ask the bell hop for a good place to eat lunch, he'll tell you to go to the Gold Street Caffe on, uh, Gold Ave. Hmm, whatever.
Order the Albuquerque Turkey (cough cough, predictably named) sandwich. It's delicious. Ingredients -
House Roasted Turkey Breast Sliced Thin with Fresh Avocado, Green Chile, Provolone and
Roasted Red Pepper Aioli ($9.95)
The other thing we got was the New World Quesadilla, also very tasty, and an interesting take on a classic -
Grilled Chicken Breast, Green Apple, Red Chile Pecans, Cheddar Jack Cheese and Gorgonzola
Tucked in a Giant Flour Tortilla. Served with Black Beans and Salsa Fresca ($11.45)
Albuquerque seems to be populated by a few different groups. Mexicans who just got here, Natives who have been in the Southwest part of this country since before Columbus got here, Spanish descendants who don't speak Spanish, really fat people who gamble a lot at Sandia Casino, cheeseballs who drive Inifitini G coupes (sorry to my friends who drive or have driven them, but they are so cheesy), and guys who studied computer science and wear dark rimmed glasses and have a couple of tattoos and definitely voted for Obama. Basically they look like members of Fall Out Boy.
The last group is the kind you'll find at Gold Street. The chicks they take with them do not wear makeup. They also don't like being called chicks, I bet. Anyway, the food is great. The service is kind of, meh, but the atmosphere is lovely. Kind of like a Cambridge, MA lunch spot. People in Albuquerque are, in general, some of the nicest I have encountered.