Years ago, when I lived in San Diego and Los Angeles, I’d end my drunken nights of debauchery holed up at a taqueria, where Cali-style burritos were slung 24/7. My favorite taqueria in the world is in Santa Barbara, but my second favorite is right here in the heart of…
Welcome to In the Weeds. Kyle has generously agreed to give me a shift or two on this column. I’ve been in the food-service industry for eighteen years, back and front of the house. Waiting tables is one of those jobs that make you want to gnaw on the end…
Our report that an upcoming establishment called Sports Orgy is now looking for servers — or “players,” according to the Craigslist ad, who must “have the look and the attitude of the ‘sports icon, model,’ and/or possess the natural beauty that being physically fit brings to a person” — inspired…
Food is never a mere object, never just the thing in itself. Food always carries a story. Whether Cheetos or pepper, chocolate cake or honey-sweetened tea, a food item can evoke an entire culture, historical era or individual human life. When I think of Czechoslovakia, the country of my parents’…
Visiting Golden Europe is like going to your Middle European auntie’s house for dinner on a Friday when you’re craving schnitzel, spaetzle or strudel. The Czech family that’s owned the place for fifteen years bustles around the kitchen as you eat, with the soft-spoken father periodically visiting the tables to…
Taking stock of your drinking options in January? Don’t miss this spot, with expansive — if vague — hours. Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I drinking/eating posts is entered into a pool — and every Monday, we select one lucky winner…
No. 81: Sichuan braised beef noodle soup from Zoe Ma Ma Zoe Ma Ma is a weird little place, slightly ratty and tatty, definitely earthy, often chaotic and occasionally quiet, with the only audible hums coming from the kitchen of Anna Zoe, the slight, grandmotherly matriarch who presides over the…
ModMarket, the healthy, fast-casual concept that debuted in late 2009 at 1700 28th Street in Boulder, has now invaded Denver — a month later than owners Rob McColgan and Anthony Pigliacamto had originally envisioned, but residents of the area around 1000 South Colorado Boulevard say the Denver ModMarket was worth…
Anyone who’s ever been to San Francisco — which is where I am right now — and slurped oysters should know exactly where the above photo was snapped. Can you guess where I’m eating…in San Francisco? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am…
It’s Monday morning, and you’re in a ten-car pileup in the local Starbucks drive-thru, patiently waiting for your organically sourced beans brought from the rainforest by locals being paid in earth movers and skyscrapers, and suddenly you realize that your Venti beverage just isn’t enough. Say hello to the the…
Cafe Society served up just two Guess Where contests last week: scrambled tofu at Domo and this mouth-watering shrimp boil. For keeping her head and correctly identifying the dish as belonging to Red Claw Seafood and Wings, Kim wins an EatDenver deck…
Arapahoe Basin’s Black Mountain Lodge will host the inaugural Dynafit Nacht Spektakel, German Feast & Randonee on Wednesday, January 19. And what’s a randonee? Leigh Hierholzer, director of marketing for Arapahoe Basin, chuckles at the question, then says, “We take it for granted that everyone knows what it is, since…
While a few readers poured criticism over Laura Shunk for her recent review of Freshcraft, Mantonat took the discussion a useful step further, pouring out some mouth-watering suggestions for anyone going to Colt & Gray, one of three more restaurants featuring beer and food pairings:…
I had never seen an episode of Jersey Shore until last week, and now that I’ve watched both the season-three opener and the second episode, I have come to a few conclusions. (Read Jersey Shore episode recaps in Show and Tell.) First, I am grateful that my debauched and misspent…
Devil’s Food Bakery, the sadistically addictive breakfast nook in Washington Park that’s long been worshiped for its unassailable eggs Benedict, which just keep getting better and better, started up dinner service in the spring of last year, turning out a short, seasonal board of diabolically good eats three nights a…
Earlier this week, we announced the bumper crop of super-talented local culinarians who were tapped to become the next ring of FIVE — namely Paul Reilly (Encore), Brandon Biederman (Steuben’s), Enrique Socarras (Cuba Cuba) and Bryan Dayton (Oak at Fourteenth). That, of course, is only four, but a fifth member…
Haven’t made your New Year’s resolutions yet? That makes two of us. But instead of focusing on ourselves, we prodded more than two dozen Denver/Boulder chefs to find out what they resolve to do in 2011. Their answers ranged from the obvious (get in shape) to the romantic (spoiling a…
If 2010 was the year that gourmet food trucks zoomed into Denver, 2011 will be the year that many get stuck in their tracks. Sean and Denon Moore, who own Cake Crumbs Bakery, put their two Denver Cupcake Trucks in park last month, frustrated by all the roadblocks the city…
Welcome to In the Weeds. Kyle will be right with you — most likely to complain about something. Usually he is pleasant, but this is his place to blow off some steam. Don’t take it personally; he just needs to vent because he’s been doing this for about thirteen years…
Cafe Brazil serves up some of Denver’s favorite dishes — Brazilian or not — including Cazuela Colombiana, which is one of our 100 Favorite Dishes. It’s a favorite of Ryan, too, who wrote this: Chef Tony is equal parts craftsman and artist — this dish is one of his masterpieces…..
No. 82: Chicken potpie from Devil’s Food I have the good fortune to live in Washington Park, a neighborhood strewn with willowy trees, neighbors that sell fresh eggs from their country farm and gorgeous old houses that have closets the size of pin cushions, but pretty cool interior woodwork. The…
Michel Wahaltere’s head is hanging out the window of his paddy wagon parked in an abandoned lot on East Colfax, between York and Josephine, when he suddenly looks up, thrusts open the doors, grabs my hand and drags me around back. “See this?” he asks, panting and pointing to the…
