The funny bits were very funny. But there were too few of them. The violent bits were very very violent, which is no surprise, considering that this is a Coen Brothers movie. But the violent bits were intrusive and incongruous and detracted from the goofy fun that makes up the rest of the movie.

I loved George Clooney's comic performance, especially the gradually increasing paranoia as he juggles relationships and has to deal with the consequences of discovering an unexpected visitor in the closet. Brad Pitt was perfect. Every other performance seemed either perfunctory or a sad waste of talent, as in the case of John Malkovich.

I enjoyed it, but I don't feel compelled to see it again. Maybe the darkness of "No Country for Old Men" took the Coens off their stride. Hope they recover soon.

Went there for lunch recently, and had a pretty reasonable experience. The presentation of the food was quite nice, and because we got there just before noon, the service was not only prompt, the food arrived before we'd gotten halfway through the appetizers.

I always have red curry chicken as my barometer dish for Thai restaurants. They measure their spiciness scale from 1 to 5, and I chose 3, thinking it would be a happy medium. Warning! Their 3 is everyone else's 5. And I like hot and spicy food.

The Plaza Cafe has some of the best authentic New Mexican food in Santa Fe, and that is saying something.

The restaurant is not large, and when it is busy, it is bizzzz-ay! But don't let that stop you from getting a table. If you haven't had New Mexican green chile before, this is a great place to start. But be warned! The green chile ranges from hot to "I want to die", and gringos who haven't developed a tolerance for spicy food may find themselves in some trouble. (Fortunately, even though I am as gringo as they get, I grew up in New Mexico, so hot green chile is ambrosia for me.)

There are plenty of non-spicy dishes to order, of course. Whatever your taste for chile, you must try the Plaza Cafe's sopaipillas (a deep fried floury pillow). Bite off the corner and pour in some honey, and eat 'em with your meal. They're not at all like the lugubrious dessert-only version made in California. They're light and airy and delicious.

My girlfriend loves the cashew chicken molé, and I can't argue with her. I don't especially like molés, but I love the one at the Plaza. Their head chef really knows what he's doing. Don't let the small size of the restaurant fool you. You can't beat it for breakfast in Santa Fe.