Season's Eatings

Cooking up the perfect holiday party to cap off the year.

If I had an unlimited budget, enough pull to get the best guys in town away from their kitchens (or their families) for one night, and room enough at home for all of you good readers, I'd treat you to one great holiday meal. A classy cocktail soiree, dimly lit and intimate, with radiant ladies and fellas in tuxes and bows. Something real swank and elegant and staffed with an all-star lineup of cooks and crews from across the city. My party would be a showcase of the best of a year's worth of Denver dining, my batting order styled for maximum impact with minimum fuss. So strap on the feed bags, because here we go...

Amuse bouche and wine list: Sean Yontz from Vega and Brian Klinginsmith from Solera.

As my first guy, my number-one man, I want Sean Yontz to set everyone up with tasting portions of his veal albondigas, mini crab Louies and some of that achiote-roasted Maine lobster as a primer for the appetite, a hint of what's to come. At Vega, Sean's best trick is a sense of drama -- a deliberate awareness of timing and balance and an innate feel for style. His plates go right up to the edge of fussiness without tumbling over, and he always leaves people wanting more.

Vega's Sean Yontz would start the evening out right.
Anna Newell
Vega's Sean Yontz would start the evening out right.

Location Info



410 E. 7th Ave.
Denver, CO 80203

Category: Parks and Outdoors

Region: Central Denver

Wine is also important for setting the mood, and for the first flight, I'm going with Brian Klinginsmith. He's the floorman and chief grape-pusher at Solera, one of my favorite spots in town for high-end grub in low-key surroundings. The restaurant's wine list, while deep and intelligent and probably scaled toward a guy far brighter than I am, never makes me feel like a total wine boob. Brian can, of course, choose whatever grape he sees fit to press into the chilly mitts of my happy revelers -- he's the expert, after all -- but I'd humbly suggest something bubbly and exquisite. A few bottles of that Jean-Paul Gaultier-edition Piper-Heidsieck champagne with the bottles dressed in the tiny red leather corsets, maybe. Pop some miniature Santa hats on those babies and we got ourselves a party.

Passed cold appetizers: Sushi Tazu and Brasserie Rouge.

Guests need time to mingle. They need to get a drink (or four) in 'em, to walk around a little, to make some new friends. This is a holiday party, after all, and I think we all know that holiday parties are really just thinly veiled excuses for doing embarrassing things with no consequences, for getting loaded on someone else's dime and fooling around with a complete stranger in the coat-check room. And all of this takes time, so a round of passed appetizers is the perfect stall before it comes time to sit down and eat with a knife and fork.

With this in mind, we have two choices this year: fish and meat, the ethereal and the substantial. First, for those who can recognize Apollonian culinary excellence when they see it (or taste it), a little O-Toro sushi from Sushi Tazu, the tuna belly rolled by the quiet professionals behind the bar. Next, from the charcuterie station at Brasserie Rouge, thick rounds of savory, fennel-scented lamb sausage mounted on toasted rounds of baguette with a smear of coarse-grain mustard. Rouge's kitchen makes its own sausage, its own mousse, its own pâté, its own everything, and it does so in the purely traditional way that causes slow-food junkies to swoon. Everybody should have the chance to taste handmade sausage before going back to their plates of Jimmy Dean Li'l Smokies, and at my party, everybody can.

To find servers to pass the apps and work the floor, I'd return to Brasserie Rouge and probably swing by Le Central, as well, with table service provided by the smooth and well-educated crew from Mel's. Let's face it: I'm a sucker for those French accents. If I could get past that, I'd likely staff my party with Hooters girls.

Behind my longbar, I'd have Oran Feild, pre-Rouge, operating as he did at Flow -- mixing drinks with a chef's eye for detail and taste for only the best ingredients -- and backed by Ronnie Crawford from the Skylark pulling pints and making conversation. I'd leave the liquor choices up to them, with only one specific request: the inclusion of some Vietnamese snake wine from T-Wa. I've always wanted to try that stuff, and nothing says party like a glass jug full of zillion-proof rice wine with a whole snake marinating in the bottom.

Warm appetizers: Radek Cerny from L'Atelier.

F. Scott Fitzgerald once said that there are no second acts in American lives, so it's a good thing that Radek Cerny is Czech by birth and French by training. In 2002, I gave one of his restaurants a pretty good smackdown for doing just about everything under the sun wrong, but this year, Radek came back with one of only a handful of restaurants in Boulder worth a damn. True to its name, L'Atelier is Radek's workshop, his studio, and it's a beautiful showcase for his unique brand of food-as-art-and-craft. So provided he promises not to punch me in the mouth over last year's differences of opinion, I want him front and center at my party, working his magic. I want him to warm up my guests with his sweetbreads in dark sugarcane sauce, then blow them away with table-sized portions of steak tartare. I want him to haul out all those gigantic plates, go nuts with the squeeze bottles -- I want him to do everything he does every night in Boulder that puts his place so over the top. Except for one thing. Radek, leave the Meissen figurines at home. Otherwise, I might steal them, wrap 'em up and send them to my grandma for a belated Christmas present. She'd love them. They'd look great on her knickknack shelf next to the Hummels and ceramic kitties.

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