That Lin Yutang quote on the menu at Bambino’s reminded me of other famous words on food by folks considerably brighter than myself. In particular, it reminded me of this long lovely from M.F.K. Fisher in The Gastronomical Me: “People ask me: why do you write about food, and eating…
Smoking is good for Jim Barsness’s health. For thirty years, his family has run House of Smoke, a Fort Lupton company that specializes in smoked meats and game. Originally a father-and-sons outfit with a converted refrigerator as its only smoker, House of Smoke now boasts four state-of-the-art smokers and 28…
The winner of everything from “Best New Chef” to “Best Wine List” in both local and national contests this past year, Adega Restaurant + Wine Bar is definitely Denver’s dining darling. But while barrels of accolades have been poured on Adega for the thousands of bottles of wine it offers…
There’s a method — rigorously tested and refined by my friend Andy, an old kitchen buddy — for determining the quality of a Mexican restaurant before you even sit down. It’s quick, scientific and nearly foolproof, and it simply calls for tallying the bullfighting paraphernalia on the walls. A single…
Hard-luck stories are like gold in this business. We — reporters, not cooks (for a change) — live on this stuff. I mean, who wants to read a story about some guy who went to a bank, got a loan, opened a restaurant and lived comfortably ever after? Bo-ring. No,…
Hipsters have a new hangout: Cielo, the upscale Mexican eatery now open on Lincoln Street that specializes in hot crowds and cool cocktails. After making my way through the roster of ten signature margaritas, my drink of choice is the Hot & Cold Margarita ($7.50), made with triple citrus and…
Sometimes it’s good to be a doctor. The other night in LoDo, for example, when those tens of thousands of dollars in tuition debt came in handy for diagnosing a medical emergency. It was a beautiful night, although apparently the folks at Rio Grande thought it was a beautiful night…
Remember Murphy Brown? I used to watch it a lot, because it was a show about reporters, and since I wanted to be a reporter someday, I considered that research. I didn’t know any actual journalists back then — the closest I came was a high school journalism teacher who…
Yes, folks, it’s finally time to unveil the winners of the first-ever Bite Me World HQ “I Wanna Be a Pantry Cook” recipe contest. Are you excited? I know I am. My faithful staff and I sorted through literally tens of entries before finding these few that so perfectly typify…
Sandwiched between the ultra-hip Lola and the perennially chi-chi Sushi Den, the Pearl Street Grill is an old-school oasis for easygoing drinkers. So why would I go in there and order a Pink Lipstick? Because in addition to offering a wide selection of tap beers, stiff margs and classic cocktails,…
Christ, it’s hot. A zillion degrees hot, and this is the thing about Colorado that they never put in the tourist brochures. It’s all mountains and deep powder in the winter ads, young ski bunnies with wind-pinked cheeks. In the summer, it’s sun-dappled forest glades, cool streams, the variegated shade…
Spies like us: The New York Times travel section gave Denver the full-page treatment on July 20. But in case you missed it, here’s a twenty-word recap: Denver is no longer a cowtown; man, they make a lot of beer here; and don’t call the new mayor “Hick.” (Why not?)…
For me, summertime means lazy afternoons lying on the dock or sailing the Great Lakes. So when my craving for liquid refreshment overflowed one recent evening, I gathered a few fellow Midwesterners and headed to the back patio at Hemingway’s Key West Grille for some waterfront atmosphere and lots of…
If you’re going to stick with the maxim “Liquor then beer, never fear,” there are few better places to get stuck than at Las Margaritas. First, the restaurant serves up good, greasy Mexican food that helps reduce the number of free radicals that destroy your brain while you drink. And…
I approached Sunflower like a nervous hunting dog: my nose in the air, all my hair on end. From half a block away, I tried to suss out the vibe of the joint, watching the crowds milling around the doors and patio, sniffing the breeze for any hint of patchouli,…
Let’s get something straight: It’s not vegetarians that I hate (I was one for a while), or even the idea of vegetarian cooking. It’s vegetarianism — like Catholicism or Republicanism — that gets my blood up. It’s the big, heaping portion of politicized dogma that comes on the side of…
Blue Raspberry Limeade Recovery Room 819 Colorado Boulevard 303-333-0569 Suffering from heatstroke? Although Denver is a full-on inferno these days, relief is as close as the Recovery Room, where a Blue Raspberry Limeade is just the drink to cool you off. Made with UV Blue Vodka, sour mix and a…
Jeff Cleary is in the house. Seen through the swinging doors leading into the kitchen, the chef-owner of Intrigue appears calm and entirely collected. There are seated tables — a few two- and four-tops waiting for dinner — but Cleary seems strangely unmoved. He’s not smiling, he’s not frowning, and…
Everyone seems to be up in arms these days over the health and safety of genetically tinkered-with food — GMOs, as they’ve been labeled by the euphemism-happy public, for “genetically modified organisms.” Or “Franken-food,” as they’ve been dubbed by slightly more creative Luddites. Apparently people are convinced that Evil Mega-Agri-Corporations…
Pioneers relied on the covered wagon to help them start new lives in the West. A century and a half later, Randy and Rita Sorenson identify with those early settlers. The couple used a covered wagon — and an equally vintage method of cooking meat over mesquite wood — to…
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? I still remember the giggly shock that struck me in middle-school French lab when I learned the true meaning of that erotic song. It seemed so titillatingly romantic, which is probably why I stuck with the language and ended up living in Paris at…
If you serve prime and it’s not bone-in, you may as well be a fucking Sizzler.” That’s Barry talking. Mister Fey, to some. Concert promoter and ticket broker, the guy who’s rumored to have once pulled a gun on a recalcitrant Axl Rose when the kilt-wearing prima donna dared to…
