Skip to main content

A Taste of Bisbee

Living pretty much in the middle of nowhere limits your dining choices, but happily we're not too far from Bisbee. My husband surprised me with a romantic birthday dinner at the Cafe Roka last night. He managed to get a window table at on the third floor and we had the space to ourselves. Our attentive attentive server whose name was Bronwen (for a character in How Green Was My Valley) only added to our wonderful evening. When dining in Bisbee you get the chance to get to know your server.

The restaurant has an eclectic menu, featuring local produce and meats. Everything is fresh and homemade. The exquisite appetizer of Medjool dates stuffed with bacon and Gorgonzola got the evening started right and we finished with a dessert sampler of Key Lime tart, Nutella cheesecake, and flourless chocolate cake with fresh strawberries. While we leisurely ate our entrees, we had a bird's eye view of the light foot traffic on the winding, narrow Main Street. The Ghost Tour was the highlight as a young woman in 1880s garb with a lantern swinging from her hand led a chattering group up the street.

Now the City of Bisbee is a quirky, offbeat sort of place. It's originally a copper mining town founded around 1880 that saw its heyday at the turn of the 20th century. In 1910, the population was almost 10,000, but today it's half that.  The town is built into the sides of the Mule Mountains which are red rock, an obvious statement of the minerals that once made the fortunes of mining executives.  After the copper mining industry closed down in the 70s, Bisbee had to reinvent itself to stay alive. It has become a sanctuary for old hippies and  outlandishly decorated cars. You have to see one of the cars to really understand.  You'll also find artists, coffee roasters, musicians, antique shops, galleries, restaurants, B & B's, and Brewery Gulch.  There's a festival or some special event scheduled almost every weekend. The Blues Festival just finished and they're getting ready for the 1,000 Stair Climb Race in October.  Because of the odd construction of the houses precariously clutching the sides of the mountains, there are hundreds of stairs to get around areas of Bisbee. A couple of friends competed last year. I've decided my knees can't take a 1,000 stairs at one time. It's that birthday thing we were celebrating.

Bisbee's other claim to fame is its designation as the county seat. The Art Deco period courthouse is perched on a hill overlooking Tombstone Canyon (a street). The Iron Man statue guards the entrance. The modern county buildings are outside of Old Bisbee in a fairly new complex.  I worked for the county when we first moved here in 2003. That department was housed in the old Bisbee High School, an interesting story for another time.

If you ever stop in at Casa Wallace for a visit, we'll include a tour of Bisbee in the package. You won't be disappointed. The mine tour, the shopping, excellent coffee, and people watching are a unique experience.


The FLY! They're bigger out West.

Bisbee Art Car

Courthouse Art Deco Doors

Overlooking Bisbee

Main Street, Bisbee AZ

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Castile Knapper

It's always fun to have family members who have a bit of notoriety because of interesting pursuits. My husband's cousin, Ken Wallace is one of those.  Ken is an artist who works in stone as a flintknapper. Flintknapping is the ancient art of shaping tools and weapons from pieces of stone. Knapping was part of the survival skill set of Native Americans. Arrowheads, knives, hatchets, and more were shaped from raw pieces of flint or chert.  Ken knapping at the Wallace Reunion Ken became interested in this process back in 1985. One of his favorite pastimes was searching fields for arrowheads, both of which are pretty plentiful in Western New York. Freshly plowed ground in rural areas often yields many different types of arrowheads since the Iroquois were the original residents of what are now corn fields and cow pastures. Fascinated with how the Iroquois made their weapons and tools, Ken started to try and recreate them. He says a lot of trial and error were involved in the...

Victim of Circumstances?

 The article below has been getting a lot of hits lately, and I thought it may be time to repost it. A couple of weeks ago, I took the picture below. I thought it pretty much sums up our life journey. We never know what's around the corner for us.  Circumstances change in seconds some days. Whether the circumstances of life are good or bad, we're fond of blaming them for how we behave and think. Here are a few of the well-used excuses:  "I'm a victim of circumstances.""The situation is impossible." "The circumstances are beyond my control." "Under the circumstances"...fill in the blank. Funny how principles, self-control, and  positive thinking can go out the window when we're "under the circumstances."  And lest you think the author is above blaming circumstances, she is not. I've used most of the excuses above, whether spoken or unspoken.  An imprisoned and wrongly accused Jewish C...

Smores Anyone?

We lived in the same house for 25 years just outside of our small hometown of Castile. It was a good little neighborhood and was mostly quiet except for the traffic on Route 39. When the signs of spring arrived, it was also time to pile up tree branches, and clean out the garage or the shed of burnable miscellany. Each year there seemed to be a contest between my husband and the next door neighbor to assemble a burn pile of enormous proportions.  Day after day I watched their piles grow until tepee-shaped woodpiles were just right to be torched. There was an art to the arrangement so that it would be totally consumed in a short amount of time. It was sort of like a bonfire on steroids. Now the neighbor enjoyed the element of surprise on the neighborhood and waited for quiet Saturday afternoons to begin his incendiary activity. KABOOM! You would have thought we were under attack by enemy forces. Then there was a rush of wind and the crackling of the k...