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Encore Restaurant

Recycling is good for the planet – and it can taste good, too.

It was my dining companion who noticed the weird thing about the tables at Encore.

"Look at that," she said, pointing to the round four-top next to us, noting how uneven the table was, how crooked. It was warped so badly that the flat outside edge had cracked and split like a barrel stave.

"That's weird," I agreed, nodding but somewhat distracted as I tried to snag the last few french fries without just lifting the bowl to my mouth and tipping it back like a fat kid getting the final crumbs from a bag of chips.

Planks a lot, chef Sean Huggard.
Mark Manger
Planks a lot, chef Sean Huggard.

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Encore on Colfax

2550 E. Colfax Ave.
Denver, CO 80206

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Central Denver

Details

Margherita pizza: $8
Roasted artichoke: $8
Clam chowder: $6
Roasted chicken: $14
Salmon: $15
Encore fries: $4
2550 East Colfax Avenue
303-355-1112
Hours: 11 a.m.-11 p.m. daily.

Encore has great french fries — fresh, crisp shoestrings served with a drizzle of delicious, addictive spicy mustard. They're greasy and hot, salty and perfectly cooked. I've had the fries three times now, and will continue to order them every time I find myself at Encore, may even go there just for the fries. They're that good.

While I was busy with the fries, my friend was quizzing a server. Encore had just opened in December; what could go so wrong with the tables in just four months of service? The waitress explained that Encore's partners, Steve Whited and Sean Huggard, who also own the Black Pearl, are very committed to the environment and to having a green restaurant, so they'd had the tables made out of recycled materials. But their good intentions had gone wrong, because the table we were looking at wasn't even the worst one. The server pointed to another table in the middle of the narrow dining room that looked like half a taco — one of the sides sloped so badly that when plates and glasses were set down, they'd skitter towards the center, coming to rest against the candles, the very cool thumb-trigger salt and pepper mills (which are for sale, pimped by the waitresses during slow moments and lulls in service).

By now, I was picking at the last of the salmon — a beautiful seven-ounce portion, well-cut, redolent of the cedar-wood plank on which it had been cooked and served, and shellacked in smoke, almost like a piece of good barbecue. The surface was stiff, the flesh inside still oily and perfect, separating along the striations in the muscle at the least pressure. This was serious comfort food — a simple plate executed with meticulous attention to detail — and a perfect match for the pile of simple, red-skin mashed potatoes and compound butter that had melted into a puddle on my plate.

My friend and the waitress were still talking about recycling, about the re-use and re-application of found objects, cast-off materials. And though I was concentrating on the food, some of their conversation must've penetrated, because I found myself thinking about recycling, too. About the salvage and reclamation of forgotten things.

Cedar-plank salmon was a stroke of rustic genius in the '80s, when it started showing up on the menus of restaurants featuring "California Cuisine" before "California Cuisine" had officially entered the culinary lexicon. Like salads with Laura Chenel goat cheese or whole roasted garlic cloves, cedar-plank salmon signaled the start of a revolution in modern cooking. By the early '90s, this particular dish (done in all manner of ways, from simply roasted on a dry plank and served bare to cooked on a wet board so that the rising, woody steam would do its thing to the fish) had insinuated itself onto the board at restaurants on both coasts, as well as the prep schedule of forward-thinking square-state bistros. I started making it in the mid-'90s, first cooking it simply and honestly for a small joint, then doing it pan-seared and oven-finished, napped with an anisette sauce and topped with a scattering of chive sticks, in a humongous hotel kitchen. But by the time the salmon hit the radar of the Hilton and Columbia-Sussex executive chefs, it was already something of a gag dish among more respectable white-jackets — the kind of thing you'd use as a joke, making fun of a colleague who was cooking a less-than-cutting-edge menu: So, what's he got on the board there now? He still doing that duck-sausage pizza? That cedar-plank salmon?

Cedar-plank salmon started disappearing from menus shortly after that. Sure, there were some places that still served it — just like there were tribes of aboriginal people found decades after World War II who'd stamped flat runways and built rickety bamboo control towers in anticipation of the return of American and Japanese supply planes. But by the turn of the millennium, as chefs chased after new fads, cedar-plank salmon had passed into the realm of cargo-cult cuisine.

And yet I think most cooks would agree that cedar-plank salmon was actually a pretty good idea in its day. It was a little bit showy, a little bit rough around the edges, and a lot delicious. The cedar smoke and the taste of salmon went together like peanut butter and jelly (or like french fries and spicy mustard). And while it was simple, there's nothing wrong with simplicity. In fact, cedar-plank salmon was one of the ultimate expressions of a perfect, three-ingredient entree: a salmon filet, a lemon and a wooden shingle were all that was required for a wonderful, center-plate protein. It was a dish that deserved to be forgiven its historical baggage and elevated once again to proud and un-ironic main-menu status.

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