The burro was a beast that once hauled construction materials, commercial goods, and firewood through the streets of Santa Fe before the advent of delivery trucks. The burro hauled it all, during both winter and summer, so Santa Fe immortailzed him in bronze, perpetually laden with firewood, at the corner of San Francisco Street and Burro Alley. Old photographs reveal the Burro Alley once being a busy, unpaved pathway lined with burros. People rushed by, then as now, using the alley as a shortcut between San Francisco and Palace streets. Back in the mid 1800′s a door in Burro Alley provided a discreet entrance to a famous brothel owned by Santa Fe’s legendary Dona Tules.
Today that door opens to San Q Japanese Pub.
SAN Q VERY MUCH
In the wild wild west in Santa Fe, there lived two kinds of females. Some were moms, the others were ladies. The “ladies of night”, who lived in Burro Alley, always caused gunfire. A burro carried firewood to the alley, which is why it was called (and still is today) Burro Alley. In 1945, to cease WWII, the United States decided to bomb Japan. At that time, before the atomic bomb would go to Hiroshima, the atomic bomb was parked at Burro Alley from Right now, San Q. Japanese Restaurant proudly serves Japanese tapas, including fire steaks and sake bombs in memory of these events.