For some unknown reason before we took our trip to New Mexico last year, my wife had it in her head that the Old Town section of Albuquerque was a pretty rough area. However, we happened to drive through that part of Albuquerque one afternoon and found that it was full of shops, restaurants, galleries and museums. As we drove around the Old Town Plaza, the birthplace of Albuquerque over 400 years ago, I was incredulous as to why my wife thought this area was not a place where people should be going. "I honestly don't know what I was thinking," she said.
The morning we were set to leave Albuquerque and fly back home, we decided to go to Old Town and look for a restaurant. I parked on a side street and we got out and started walking around. On an even smaller side street - almost an alleyway - we happened upon a restaurant in an adobe that was built in 1709, five years after Albuquerque was founded. We opened the door and went inside to find a coffee shop. But it also turned out that it was a restaurant. After a quick glance at the menu, we decided to stay and have breakfast. Here's the interesting story about the Church Street Cafe.
As I said, the building that Church Street Cafe occupies is 415 years old. That's right, FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN YEARS. It's almost unfathomable to me that a building that is over 400 years old is still standing today. But you have to admire the design and construction of New Mexican adobes. The house - Casa de Ruiz - was built by the Ruiz family and is quite probably the oldest residence in Albuquerque and one of the oldest buildings in the state of New Mexico.
Members of the Ruiz family lived in the house for over 375 years. The last family member to live in the house - Ruffina Ruiz - died in 1991 at the age of 91. While ancestry and historical records aren't complete, it could be that the Ruiz family were among the founders of Albuquerque over 400 years ago.
After Ruffina Ruiz passed in 1991, the house fell into disrepair. Ruiz family members were no longer in the area - part of them were in Arizona, others up in Oklahoma. They had no use for the house, especially when it needed so much work to be done. Enter a young woman by the name of Marie Coleman.
Marie Coleman was going to school in Albuquerque and one day she was walking through the streets of Old Town to clear her head from a school project she was working on. She came across the adobe building that she felt literally "melted into the ground". She saw it was for sale and tried to look in the windows. She saw some 2x4's holding up interior walls and realized that building was in dire need of repairs. But there was something Marie liked about the old building with its 2-foot wide walls that kept the house warm in the winter and cool in the hot New Mexican summers.
Pictured right - Marie Coleman. Photo courtesy Big Blend Radio.
Marie went home and told her mother about the house. She encouraged Marie to call up the realtor who was listing the property to see if she could get a tour of the place. The realtor agreed to meet her there the next day. The back door was the only way in and it was padlocked. Once the realtor got her inside, Marie had to swat down spiderwebs and maneuver around obstacles as the building was so run down.
Maria saw a lot of potential charm in the place which was originally built in the Mexican hacienda style with a courtyard surrounded by thick adobe walls. However, a devastating flood in 1920 knocked down part of the structure and the Ruiz family never fully built the walls back up.
After Marie was finished seeing the property, she asked the realtor how much the family wanted for the building. She sort of choked when she was told how much they wanted. Marie said that since she was still in school she wouldn't be able to afford even close to that. She thanked the realtor for their time and she went home to tell her mother.
After telling her mother what the price was and how she knew she couldn't pull off purchasing the property. But her mother - ever the eternal optimist - told Marie to go back to the realtor with a ridiculously low offer considering the amount of work that had to go into the place and that it had sat empty for nearly two years. "After all," her mother said, "all they can say is 'no'."
So Marie went back to the realtor and gave the realtor an offer that was half of the asking price. And she said it had to be on contract since she was still a student. The realtor sort of shrugged their shoulders and told Marie that they'd ask the family.
The next day, Marie was accompanying her aunt Reyna up to the Denver area to help her sell some Indian woven goods when they stopped at a gas station. Since this was in the days before cell phones, she called the realtor from a payphone and she was told, "Well, Marie, you've got yourself a house!"
After getting off the phone with the realtor, she told her aunt that she had just bought a house in Old Town. In early 1993, Old Town wasn't quite the destination that it was today. Aunt Reyna proceeded to tell her that she had made a big mistake, property in Old Town wasn't a good investment, and there was going to be way too much work to turn the place into a habitable living space. By the time she got to the market to sell the woven goods, Marie was starting to doubt her purchase.
However, when she got home, her mother - once again, the eternal optimist - told Marie not to worry. "We'll figure it out," Marie's mother (Reyna's sister) told her.
Marie's mother turned to a family friend, a little Mexican guy by the name of Charlie, who restored adobe structures. Charlie met Marie at her new home and she let him in through the back door. After walking silently through the house with Marie, mentally noting the repairs and renovations he was going to have to do, Charlie finally turned to Marie and said, "How bad do you want this house?"
Marie told him that she really wanted the house. "OK, meet me here tomorrow," Charlie told her. The next morning, Marie showed up and Charlie came with a work crew. He gave Marie a list of items that he needed and while the crew started to work on the house, Marie went out and bought items that they needed that day.
And that went on for a few months. Marie literally became part of the crew backing up cement trucks, helping lay adobe, and cleaning up debris. By the end of summer, the house was getting to the point it was ready to be lived in.
Marie invited her Aunt Reyna over to see the house and as they were walking through the house looking at the rooms, Aunt Reyna turned to Marie and said, "This isn't a house. This is a restaurant. And this is where you're going to put your kitchen. And this can be a dining room, and this can be for patio dining, and this is can be for banquets." Aunt Reyna said that she would help with the menu using family recipes on her side of the family, as well as helping pick a staff. Marie wasn't even considering a restaurant, but she realized that she needed some income to help pay for the building. In October of 1993, Church Street Cafe opened.
We had parked on San Felipe St., a one-way that heads north in Old Town Albuquerque. We wandered down the small Church Street and came upon the Church Street Cafe. (see map) It had a couple disc cactus bushes in front of the small patio and three colorful metal figures depicting a mariachi band on the adobe awning over the front patio.
Going inside we found a little coffee and pastry area with what appeared to be a small dining area off to the side. The young lady behind the counter asked if we wanted breakfast. My wife said that we weren't even certain what this place was. The young lady handed us a menu to look over. Not only did they have an extensive menu for Mexican specialties, they had a number of Mexican/American items for breakfast. My wife and looked at one another, we both shrugged and she said, "Sure! We'll have breakfast!"
The young lady behind the counter said that it would be about a 15 to 20 minute wait on breakfast. By now, we were thoroughly confused. There was no one seated on the patio up front (although the patio area was pretty rustic) and the room off to the side of the coffee/pastry area was empty, as well.
We hung out in the patio area in front of the restaurant and it was less than 10 minutes later when the young lady came out to let us know that they had a table ready for us. She asked us if we wanted inside seating or outside seating. Looking at the small patio with two round tables and wooden seats on the patio, we immediately said we'd eat inside.
We went inside and took a quick left into what we thought was a small room off to the side. It turned out that it was a long and narrow dining area in the restaurant complete with a wooden ceiling and wooden beams with artwork on the walls. We were both sort of amazed at the size of the room.
The young lady led us through this long room with smaller rooms off to the side. Church Street Cafe lore has it that the ghost of a previous resident in Casa de Ruiz - Sara Ruiz - haunts these rooms. (Click here to see the story of the ghost of Sarah Ruiz.) It's said that the ghost will slam doors, hide keys and throw silverware in the restaurant. Maria Coleman, herself, said that she had seen a female apparition and had heard a female screaming during the build-out of the restaurant. Construction workers reported that tools they had left at one spot mysteriously were found in a different place in the restaurant moments later. (I do that, too, from time to time. I just attribute it to absent-mindedness.)
At the end of the long narrow dining room, we took another left turn into a large room with a vaulted ceiling. This is where they were seating people for breakfast! It's obvious the room had been added onto the existing restaurant in recent years. It featured wooden beams across the ceiling, a large adobe fireplace along a wall that was stone bricks on the lower part, then corrugated tin on the wall above the stone. Large windows looked out into a garden patio area.
The garden patio had a number of tables with umbrellas in a small courtyard with trees and bushes helping add more shade. Had we known how nice the outdoor patio in the far back of Church Street Cafe, we would have sat outside. But, the inside dining room where we were seated was fine and dandy for us.
We continued to look over the menus when a young man by the name of Sherman came over to greet us. (Sherman - that's a name you don't hear many men called these days.) My wife and I each got an orange juice to start out as we tried to figure out what we wanted.
As I said, Church Street Cafe's breakfast offerings included both American and Mexican specialties - and a mixture of both. They had huevos rancheros, a marinated pork with eggs dish, and smashed avocado on toast. Eggs, pancakes and breakfast burritos were also available.
But the rest of the menu - the lunch and dinner selections - had us kicking ourselves for not finding this place earlier. The "old fashioned" chile rellenos with shredded pork made my mouth water. They also had house-made pork tamales that sounded great, as well. The shredded top round beef tacos would have been toward the top of my list had we been there for lunch or dinner. Next time, that is, if we make it back to Albuquerque.
I had been saying that I was burnt out on green chiles after having one or two meals a day that featured green chiles included in the food. But I couldn't turn away from the ham, mushroom and cheese omelet slathered with green chile sauce on top. It came with a side of New Mexican-style papitas, and flour tortillas. The green chile sauce was excellent and really gave the omelet an extra kick. I asked Sherman if he could bring more of the green chile sauce for me to dip the tortillas into and to put on the potatoes.
My wife went the basic Americano route - pancakes with two eggs over easy, bacon and sourdough toast. The pancakes were thin - just as she makes them at home - and had a crispy edge around the perimeter. My wife remarked that if she didn't know better, the pancakes were made in a black iron frying pan. The eggs looked like they were more basted than fried. My wife declared the pancakes to be "delicious".
Before we left, we ended up getting coffee. I got a quad-shot of espresso and fully expected it to be given to me in a small "to-go" cup so I could sip on it as we walked around Old Town before heading to the airport. However, when it was handed to me, they gave me a 16 ounce cup of espresso that was filled nearly to the brim! My wife and I got a chuckle out of that as there was no way that I was going to be able to finish it. Or if I did, I wouldn't need a plane to fly back to Iowa!
For not knowing what to expect by walking into what appeared to be a small cafe only to find that it was a full-sized restaurant with a couple large dining rooms with a beautiful garden patio in the back, we couldn't have been more taken by the charm of Church Street Cafe. It didn't hurt that their food was good and they had a number of interesting foods on the menu. I had my last filling of green chile sauce on my omelet that morning and my wife was weaning herself off New Mexican food by having pancakes and eggs. The service we got from Sherman was also very good as he was attentive to our needs and quick with his delivery. If we ever make it back to Albuquerque, our first stop will be at Church Street Cafe.