The lock.

My family went skiing in Santa Fe over the winter break. At night we drove the maze of downtown desperately searching for food and usually we didn't care what sort, but I wanted more local food as opposed to the chains. One night we were lucking enough to find a parking place on the narrow and confusing roads, which is very difficult to do with the truck we have. There were two restaurants we were aiming for, both on the square: an upscale one with delicious sounding food, and down home place that offered every food for every meal, not unlike a Denny's. 

I wanted to eat at the upscale restaurant, of course. Who wouldn't? We climbed the stairs and at the landing where the restaurant sat was another set of stairs, but a wrought iron door closed off entry. It was locked by this intricately designed lock. I shot a few pictures in the dim lighting and love the results. 

Unfortunately, this was the best element of this upscale restaurant. We sat on the heated balcony that offered a wonderful view of the square. They took our drink order. Being from Texas and with my son suffering headaches from the altitude, we all ordered water. I don't remember ever getting it, but I do remember the table that sat after us did. As we were leaving the waiter wanted to know if we were leaving because we weren't being waiting on. Sharp one, that boy! We went next door, sat and ate in the same amount of time we spent at the nicer location next door. 

Here's the best part of the upscale restaurant.