Menu
Blake's signature menu item is the Lotaburger, which is commonly ordered with cheese and green chile added. Other offerings include the smaller Itsaburger, as well as hot dogs, corn dogs, cheese dogs, chili dogs, chili cheese dogs, chili bowls, and chili Frito pies. Sandwiches include breaded chicken, turkey breast, barbecue beef, and Halibut fish. Also offered are chicken tenders with barbecue sauce or ranch dressing, fries, seasoned fries, chili cheese fries, onion rings, and milkshakes. Brownies were recently added.
Some Lotaburger stores also have a breakfast menu which includes breakfast sandwiches and several types of breakfast burritos. Fresh eggs are used in the breakfast sandwiches and burritos and the customer can choose between Blake’s special red or green chile sauce.
Blake’s also caters onsite with offerings from the regular and breakfast menu, including fruit platters, scrambled eggs, French toast, and pancakes. The food is typically prepared on site, but breakfast burritos can be pre-made upon request.
The green chile, a defining ingredient in New Mexican cuisine, can be ordered as an addition to any menu item. A special green and red sauce made from New Mexico green chiles can be added to the breakfast burritos.
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