Albuquerque Journal (Albuquerque, NM)

Cafe Oasis on Funky Side.

Byline: Michelle Pentz For the Journal

* Nose rings, Birkenstocks mingle in campy hangout with solid, karmic cuisine

You probably won't go to Cafe Oasis for the food, even though it's just fine and in spots, downright yummy. You'll go to the Oasis for the scene: that mellow '60s flashback you get on ducking under the Indian tassels hanging over the open door ushering you (in socks) into the dim red-and-purple "Mystic" room, one of four fantasy-inspired dens in the funky converted house.

For better or worse, I didn't come of age frolicking through the freewheelin' "make love not war" years. But my mom did and I did grow up on Carole King, Joan Baez, incense, "I'm OK, You're OK" therapy, shag carpet and fondue.

So I have to admit to a wave of comforting nostalgia that unwittingly envelops me once inside Oasis. I think it's the beanbag-style seating, hang-loose attitude, disheveled disorder and intentional grit.

But frankly, Oasis isn't for everyone. …

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