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A young woman pressed her face and hands to the window. She was wearing a tattered dress smeared with blood, which also dripped from the corner of her crimson mouth. That mouth contorted with an unheard moan as she scratched at the glass.
Zombie or Occupy Denver protester?
"Has to be a zombie," my friend said. "Too much blood to be a 99-percenter."
1111 14th St.
Denver, CO 80202
Region: Downtown Denver
On the night of Denver's pre-Halloween zombie crawl, we were sitting on the other side of the glass at Edge Restaurant in the Four Seasons, dining with 1-percenters who were carefully avoiding looking directly at the bloodied hordes.
Aside from the occasional glass-pounding, the world inside the Edge felt like a separate universe...one that didn't have much connection to zombies, or even Denver. The expansive, high-ceilinged space was partitioned by banquette-lined walls, with dark furniture under the golden lighting. A pair of glassed-in, conference-room-like private dining enclaves were hung with what looked like stock photos of figs, and the rest of the art — including a tall, pointy sculpture that looked like a big scribble and blocked our way to the bar — appeared to have been plucked from a corporate boardroom. We could have been in any elegant restaurant in any luxury hotel in any city in the world.
A restaurant that was packed with people who belonged. A woman nearby was wearing a dead animal, which was draped — un-ironically — over her shoulder in a way that made her look like she had a bushy tail. Men in suits and designer glasses loudly pointed out wallet-sucking selections from the overpriced, label-whorish wine list while their dates, clad in tight black dresses and stilettos, pretended to listen, their faces arranged in sultry pouts. Women in expensive jeans and Frye boots collapsed into seats, their shopping bags fanned out around them. Businessmen filled one of those private dining rooms, working (or, um, team-building over copious amounts of alcohol) on a Saturday night. And the staff, dressed head to toe in black, spoke with service-warm hospitality accents that masked their origins.
Photos: A brief menu tour of Edge
While one member of that staff filled our water glasses, another answered our questions about the upscale steakhouse fare that made up the menu, telling us about appetizers and cuts of meat while making subtle up-sells, suggesting the crab Hollandaise on top of the filet mignon or a side of bubble and squeak, a very British touch from the British chef. (As at all steakhouses at this price point, sides and sauces are sold separately.) And after we'd ordered, we continued to be attended by an army of people working together to be sure my glass of jammy, oversexed pinot noir was never empty, our bread sculpture always erect, and our water glasses never in danger of being drained. As a group, they were efficient and non-intrusive — just as the international standards of high-end service dictate, and just as the patronage no doubt expected.
The Four Seasons opened in Denver exactly a year ago, another sign of the city's evolution from a cowtown to a tourist destination, complete with moneyed visitors who now had a place to stay if the Ritz was booked. And with the opening of Edge, they also had a place to eat.
The luxury chain brought on a company veteran to run the kitchen: British-born executive chef Simon Purvis has helmed Four Seasons restaurants since 1990, starting in Vancouver and then moving on to Melbourne, Berlin, Bali, Singapore, Scottsdale and Jackson Hole. For his Denver menu, he drew on the experience he'd gained in those places but also gave his board a Colorado twist, filling it out with steak, lamb and bison.
But my first stop at this restaurant wasn't inspired by the promise of a huge hunk of medium-rare beef. I was more excited by the prospect of a Four Seasons brunch. I've eaten in a few of the hotel's restaurants around the globe, and those visits were always prompted by the same circumstance: A long stint in a foreign country eventually makes me long for that peculiar American amenity, a weekend brunch loaded with a week's allotment of calories. On my first big trip abroad, I was sad to discover that most of the world doesn't partake in this tradition. And after avoiding rich American tourists for months, I realized that the Four Seasons was the only place where I could get stacks of pancakes, fluffy eggs and French toast — all at once, if I wanted. So it was only a matter of time before I finally broke down and grabbed a table there, indulging in a morning of binge-eating and English-speaking. I left with a side stitch, a much lighter wallet and a slightly guilty conscience.
Since then, every Four Seasons brunch I've experienced has been magical, a priceless, albeit pricey, taste of home. And after Denver's Four Seasons opened, I'd wondered if brunch there would have the same effect when I was home.
The morning crowd that day was meager, composed largely of hotel guests soothing a hangover or meeting the rest of their party in anticipation of a day visiting tourist attractions. I perused the menu while waiting for a friend, forgoing the bottomless Bloody Mary for a bottomless cup of coffee and mowing through housemade strawberry cream cheese and apple-cinnamon pop tarts that I'd ordered as an appetizer. The treats had the crusty, colored sugar topping and ultra-sweet, gooey centers of the real thing; fortunately, the pastry was flakier and more buttery, making them an ideal pairing for the coffee.
Take your elitest rag and pompous reviewer and shove it up 1 per cent of your brain-hole. What a disgusting article, start to finish. Certainly done with Eastword.
The pic of the brussels sprouts above is emblematic of places like this that are still stuck in the food mentality of what was "high end" 20 years ago. If you cook brussels sprouts at moderate heat (steaming, boiling, or in a medium oven) so that they stay green and soft (as above), they will take too long and therefore develop those unpleasant sulfury compounds that are the reason all kids hate brussels sprouts. That's why they bathe them in butter and bacon, as old school fancy restaurants always do; to hide the fact that the sprouts themselves taste kind of unpleasant. The solution is to cook them correctly - at high heat under a broiler, seared in a pan, in a super-hot wood oven, etc. - so that they carmelize and cook quickly, giving the offensive compounds no time to form and concentrating the sugars in the sprout. If you do that, there's no need to add a ton of salt and fat to make them taste good. (Not to say you can't add the butter and bacon, of course... just that you don't have to in order to make them edible.)
I mention it because that pic is emblematic of what I hate about places like Edge. They cater to the expectations of a crowd that wants "fancy" food, and is willing to pay through the nose for it, but no one really cares if the food is actually good. Put enough hollandaise or mornay sauce on anything and it'll sell - but that doesn't make it a good restaurant.
That Four Seasons brunch just made me think going to Edge Restaurant!!!!
Home-like taste is still the best taste for us nowadays especially fast-food chains are everywhere..
I hope Edge Restaurant will have some discounts and add it on Crumblrr...
i'll love that :)
In keeping with the theme, she gave us a 1% review. Here it is: The Brunch food is unremarkable, but boy does it remind me of my world travels. The Dinner menu has 5 things on it, the best being mashed potatoes, onions, and carrots.
This chick has a problem with inserting herself in her work too often to make sure we all know how hip and traveled she is.
Hey Laura, NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR LIFE, ( or your weight ). Review the food.
Is this a review of the restaurant or just a travelogue? Edge is the most overproced, overrated steakhouse in Denver and Laura doesn't even say if she liked it. What a waste of space.
Per ON FOOD AND COOKING by Harold McGee, "whether we cook brussels sprouts rapidly to minimize the production of thiocyanates, or slowly to transform all of the glucosinolates, the result is still bitter. Since these flavor components are concentrated in the center of the sprout, it helps to halve the sprouts and cook them in a large pot of boiling water, which will leach out both precursors and products."
Are you missing Sheehan or just lost without some sort of overt rating system (thumbs up, thumbs down!)? Just because the article doesn't come right out and say "I liked/didn't like this restaurant" doesn't mean that the opinions are not there. The restaurant's style and atmosphere are described in enough detail so that YOU can decide whether it's your kind of place or not. Each dish is evaluated individually so that it's fairly obvious as to which ones succeeded and which did not.
Sheehan was often criticized for adding to much personal info and background to his restaurant reviews, but when Shunk does the same, you criticize her for not being enough like Sheehan? Make up your mind.
Fair enough. A quick submersion in boiling water will indeed help, though I stand by my assertion that searing is always the preferred method to develop flavor in brussels sprouts. I guess my visceral reaction is to the particular picture above - they look yellowed (perhaps that's the light) and just kind of soggy, then dunked in butter and bacon. I don't understand why you'd choose that method if you've got other options. But in fairness, I haven't tried them yet, so I probably shouldn't have spoken until I do.
So you don't care about a restaurant when you go to a restaurant? you don't want to read about what the place looks like, what kind of people dine there, how the front of the house makes the place feel? What a sad, narrow view of the world.
Food critic? Does she go into grocery stores and write about Kraft singles or the freshness of the bananas? No, she writes about food served in restaurants. She reviews restaurants. That means the food, the service, the atmosphere, the clientele, the prices. Her past experiences are relevant because otherwise we have no context. It's also entertaining. But I guess a row of stars or a smiley face icon would be so much easier to understand; no reading comprehension required.