Getting the flavor of ... New Mexico’s cheeseburger trail

New Mexico’s cheeseburger trail

Thanks to the New Mexico Tourism Department, you can now chart a trip across the scenic desert state by its cheeseburgers, said Donna Tabbert Long in National Geographic Traveler. New Mexico is famous for the green-chili cheeseburger, a “juicy meat patty, draped with melting cheese, heaped with a pile of roasted green chilies.” Whether “sizzled on a well-seasoned griddle or grilled over an open flame, the gussied-up burger is on menus all over the state.” The tourism board has mapped out a trail, along the state’s most traveled roads, of 48 establishments that serve up the very best. The standouts were chosen from among 185 nominees, and they range from the “nationally unsung” Michael’s Mini-Mart, in Velarde, to such renowned spots as Bobcat Bite Restaurant, a “mom-and-pop” operation on the outskirts of Santa Fe.

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