@plainoldme,
Yes. The family is from Michoacan and I read they lamented the lack of paletas when they came here (I forget when). They had one place here, in SE Albuquerque, over on Zuni, I think, and then the second one just off of Coors and I 40, where we went, which is all I knew about until I looked them up again when Walter was visiting recently, and it seems they've blossomed. (I remember yammering about the place when some a2kers were coming here to visit in 2007, but I hadn't been there myself, not driving much back then, and that was just one idea in many many pages.)
It was certainly the best paleta I ever had, subtle, rich in my case re pistachos (spanish spelling), not too sweet, good ingredients, on and on..... and among the best ice cream I've ever had. It was hard to choose.
Walter may have taken a photo of the place, which would give a better sense of, ah, not fancy at all, but good. He was spare with the photos as there was a whole family right by us and photos might have been invasive.
Me thinks the La Michoacana family needs to put a book together..
moving along..
I'll add as a by the way, that since I made my quart of nectarine ice cream, which I still haven't worked through but I'm being temperate about, I started to worry that my stable weight might soar.
One of the bennies of forced thrift is that I just about never buy anything desert like. So, over five years, I may have bought under five pints of ice cream. This has been swell for my weight. Knowing basic cooking and nutrition has been a help as well, as many articles point out. Thus my worry that my renovated ice cream love will bulge me up.
So far so good. I can't blimp up, I gave away most of those clothes.