The first night we were there Tom, Sloan and I split a piece of key lime pie that looked promising, but really lacked any flavor of lime.
A few days later we ate at a restaurant that bragged about their pies, but when I got a piece of strawberry/rhubarb it was okay, but the edge crust was about an inch thick. You can always tell the quality of pie by its edge crust - even if you don't chose to eat it.
I was hoping to pick up some fruit at the farmer's market to make a pie back at our casita, but the market wasn't open on most days we were in Santa Fe.
One morning we drove early to the town plaza and went to a French pasterie shop. There were tarts there that looked much like this photo - but we were there to buy something for breakfast, so we passed them by.
Later, when we went back to have lunch, they were all gone for the day. A tart is not pie, but perhaps it's close enough and I missed my best chance for it!
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