Guess where I’m eating?

I’m not much of a fan of flour tortillas — I’ll order corn 99 percent of the time — but the flour tortillas here, at this joint that makes and presses their own, have given me pause for thought. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives…

No Reservations crew spotted in Denver — but no Anthony Bourdain

Two years ago, Anthony Bourdain dropped in on Denver, where he waxed rhapsodic about the blood sausage at Mizuna and wrapped his jaws around wieners at Biker Jim’s, the footage of which was nicely packaged in an episode of No Reservations. And if the sightings of Bourdain’s film production crew,…

Frank Bonanno asks: “Is it my fault somebody stunk up the bathroom?”

Frank Bonanno is one of the most successful chefs and restaurateurs in Denver, presiding over a commonwealth of food temples (and one speakeasy) that, for the most part, generate positive reviews and comments from professional restaurant critics and amateur key strokers alike. But even the best restaurants make mistakes, and…

Guess where I’m eating?

If you’re looking to chase away the chill, it’s worth making the pilgrimage to this wiener joint that just introduced its first chili dog — and will soon celebrate its sixth anniversary. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s…

Round two with Hunter Pritchett, exec chef of Luca d’Italia

Hunter Pritchett Luca d’Italia 711 Grant Street 303-832-6600 www.lucadenver.com This is part two of my interview with Hunter Pritchett, exec chef of Luca d’Italia. Part one of my chat with Pritchett ran in this space yesterday. Favorite restaurant in America: I just had an amazing meal at Red Medicine in…

TAG|RAW BAR plans to expand — both its size and menu

TAG|RAW BAR, Troy Guard’s house of (mostly) raw foodstuffs that are good for your body and soul, is one of the city’s most petite restaurants, but by the start of Denver Restaurant Week(s), Guard and his gang will have doubled the size of the below street level space in the…

Guess where I’m eating?

Can you guess where I’m eating? 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 who’ll receive an EatDenver dining deck, worth up to $520 in discounts at…

Hunter Pritchett, exec chef of Luca d’Italia, on bum piss and fried fish

Hunter Pritchett Luca d’Italia 711 Grant Street 303-832-6600 www.lucadenver.com This is part one of my interview with Hunter Pritchett, exec chef of Luca d’Italia. Part two of my chat with Pritchett will run in this space tomorrow. Hunter Pritchett and his kitchen crew are thumbing through an Italian phrasebook, one…

Guess where I’m eating?

Denver lays claim to several noteworthy Middle Eastern restaurants, but there are plenty of flops, too, including the place where the above snap was flashed. Achingly slow service, a server whose vocabulary consisted of nothing more than “no problem” and lukewarm food completely devoid of seasoning made this a total…

Pasquini’s plants its newest pizzeria in Cherry Creek

It wasn’t long ago that I demoted Cherry Creek to a culinary wasteland — or something like that — but as soon as the words slipped from my fly trap, I had to eat them. Over the past few months, Cherry Creek has been blitzed with new restaurants: La Merisse,…

Hawt Dog & Sausage Eatery opens in Cherry Creek

“No self-respecting Cherry Creek snob would go to someplace named ‘Wrap Dawgs,'” wrote a frequent Cafe Society commenter when I announced that a new hot dog joint, whose name was Wrap Dawgs, planned to open at Second and St. Paul…

Guess where I’m drinking?

“No Jack!” yelled one of the bar mistresses to a drunk regular. “You can have a beer — one beer.” Then again, if your beer is a liter, which is what the guy sitting next to us was pounding, you may as well just drink Jack, or knock back a…

The top thirty food porn pics from the Fancy Food Show

Seventeen meals in four days, excluding bakery stops; 26 miles of walking (give or take), plus an additional 4.3 miles of exhibition halls clustered with more than 80,000 specialty foods and beverages from nearly forty countries. Artisan cheeses and charcuterie; beans that don’t make you fart; bacon beer that probably…

Guess where I’m eating?

I tend to go to this neighborhood restaurant three or four times a year, but when I stopped in for lunch yesterday, the owner, who once presided over one of the most (inexplicably) popular restaurants in Denver, revealed that one Denver couple — and their teenage daughter — ate here…

Guess where I’m eating?

I just got back from the Fancy Food Show in San Francisco, which pimped, among other indisputably un-fancy weird shit, clam chowder (from a can) pizza and bacon lube (more on those later this afternoon), but I also hit several restaurants (three in an hour, plus a bakery, which may…