Heaven on earth wasn't in the onion slice, but in the delicious meat that was cooked at the Bobcat Bite. Soon after we last left you, we finished walking around downtown, in search of a frito pie. We were hot, and tired, and ready to eat! The frito pie sounded just right... and then it was closed. CLOSED!!!!! AT 4pm!!!! Jay-sus. It was a tragedy of the highest degree, only to be solved by... eating something else. Our next attempt was at a place called "The Burrito Spot." Mmmh. Burritos sound good. Nope, also closed! It was only then that mom suggested we go to the Bobcat Bite, a tiny little hole-in-the-wall we read about in the Santa Fe booklet thingy. It totally lived up to every expectation we could have had. Deeeeelicious. cooked perfectly. MMMMMHHHHH. good.