Actor Bill Murray and Squeaky Bean owner Johnny Ballen…meet

The Squeaky Bean’s Johnny Ballen wasn’t at the Bean on Saturday night. Instead, he was bartending a party for the class of 1972 at Regis University — the same college that actor and comedian Bill Murray attended years ago. And Ballen, who wore one of his Squeaky Bean tuxes to…

Liquid porn: Sean Kenyon showcases his new Squeaky Bean cocktails

Sean Kenyon isn’t the kind of guy to shy away from the spotlight — or the liquor cabinet. The Denver-based cocktail kingpin (or bartender, as he prefers) has been slinging drinks for 26 years, and he’s incredibly good at it, racking up contest titles and accolades around the world, sitting…

Guess where I’m eating a roast beef sandwich?

After several days of eying everything on my plate with suspicion (food poisoning has a way of making you cynical), I finally got my appetite back, celebrating the return of a hungry belly with a roast beef sandwich…followed by a scoop of ice cream, both of which you can find…

Guess where I’m eating a tongue-numbing panang curry?

I’m not sure which is more blistering: the pavement or this panang curry, which packs more heat than a desert sky in July. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Guess Where posts is entered into a pool –…

Guess where I’m eating a summery watermelon salad?

Ah, summer…and watermelon…and arugula…and goat cheese. Four of my favorite things, and this salad? It’s my new go-to for roughage. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Guess Where posts is entered into a pool — and every Monday,…

The Village Cork rebounds with Pete Ryan, its new executive chef

I’ll never forget the first time I came face-to-face with Pete Ryan. We were meeting at Cook Street School of Culinary Arts, where he had just become the school’s executive chef/instructor, and, as usual, my watch was stuck on slow. “You’re fucking late,” he reprimanded me. And then, for the…

Guess where I’m eating carnitas smothered in green chile?

Trust me: The green chile, jolted with heat, is far better than the burgers, which this joint has been ballyhooing for years. Or, as some would say, resting on its laurels. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Guess…

Guess where I’m eating deep-fried Mexican onions?

I ingested some horrible food this weekend, including a breakfast burrito that’s responsible for the fact that I didn’t sleep — at all — last night, but before that malicious attack, I feasted at another restaurant that turns out deep-fried Mexican onions marinated in fresh lime juice and specked with…

Guess where I’m eating an elk sausage-stuffed breakfast burrito?

From the outside, this joint looks sketch — way sketch — but appearances, as we all know, can be deceiving, and the inside, which I approached with caution, is actually kinda cute (and clean). Appearances aside, the breakfast burritos, of which there are endless possibilities, are worth a repeat visit,…