Email Author Jason Sheehan

Awards

• 2010 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published October 22, 2009

  "Mourning"

• 2010 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published February 19, 2009

  "Wonderland"

• 2010 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published May 7, 2009

  "White on White"

• 2008 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published December 13, 2007

  "After Dark"

• 2008 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published September 13, 2007

  "Holiday"

• 2008 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published June 2, 2005

  "Lost and Found"

• 2007 - Bert Greene Award/International Association of Culinary Professionals, published January 5, 2006

  "Mama's House"

• 2007 - AAN AltWeekly Awards, published April 6, 2006

  "Sum More, Please"

• 2007 - AAN AltWeekly Awards, published June 1, 2006

  "Wedded Bliss"

• 2007 - AAN AltWeekly Awards, published January 5, 2006

  "Mama's House"

• 2006 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published November 24, 2005

  "Kokoro Bebop"

• 2006 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published November 10, 2005

  "Z Whiz"

• 2006 - James Beard Journalism Awards/The James Beard Foundation, published February 17, 2005

  "Girl Trouble"

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2004 Stories by Jason Sheehan

• Boulder Blahs

  published July 15, 2004

  There are a few things that I like about Boulder and many that I don't. For example, it bothers me that Boulder exists where it does, snugged up... More >>

• Bite Me

  published July 15, 2004

  Just another bistro. You have no idea how much those three words piss me off. Just another bistro. How did the restaurant industry get so... More >>

• Anybody Out There?

  published July 15, 2004

  Okay, so I was up on the roof the other night with my friend Glen, and we're just laying there -- sharing a case of tallboys, talkin' about... More >>

• Adventures in Eating

  published July 8, 2004

  I believe that life, in all its brutish, stupid grandeur, is the ultimate extreme sport. Forget mountain biking, snowboarding and base jumping.... More >>

• Bite Me

  published July 8, 2004

  Shrimp and chicken shao mai; steamed duck spring rolls dipped in warm soy; short ribs with red onions in a scallop sauce; a whole striped... More >>

• Send in the Crowds

  published July 1, 2004

  Saturday night should be busy. Cute place like this, good food, service that's old-American doting without being old-French smothering --... More >>

• Bite Me

  published July 1, 2004

  Some weird geopolitical analogies about the shifting influences of power and turf can be applied to Denver's ever-changing restaurant scene. Not... More >>

• Double Treat

  published July 1, 2004

  THURS, 7/1 Some things were made to complement each other: peanut butter and jelly, Hope and Bo on Days of Our Lives, St.... More >>

• Bland of Enchantment

  published June 24, 2004

  Of Earth and Spirit is how I describe my style of cooking. The foods chosen are pure and of the Earth; they are intended to be food for the... More >>

• Bite Me

  published June 24, 2004

  Movies and food, food and movies. Would I have enjoyed Julia Blackbird's New Mexican Cafe (see review, page 61) had it not been for the... More >>

• Lots of Luck

  published June 17, 2004

  Back when I was hungry and vicious and always questing after dumb-luck fortune in the galleys and basement kitchens of this country, I could smell... More >>

• Bite Me

  published June 17, 2004

  The in-laws were in town again recently. It was just a quick visit, a few very busy days of catching up and shooting the breeze, punctuated (of... More >>

• Steaking a Claim

  published June 10, 2004

  Here's what Emil-Lene's Sirloin House is missing: a really big steak. Not just a big steak -- big steaks it's got. There's a 16-ounce... More >>

• Bite Me

  published June 10, 2004

  Forty-six years. That's a good run -- a historic run, even -- for any restaurant. And that's what Emil-Lene's Sirloin House (see More >>

• At Your Service

  published June 3, 2004

  Outside the front doors of the Fresh Fish Company was a valet -- a big fella, slouched in his chair at the curb, hands in the pockets of... More >>

• Bite Me

  published June 3, 2004

  I have often made the smartass claim that brunch exists only as a convenient excuse for those who want to get drunk in public before noon. This... More >>

• Come Monday

  published May 27, 2004

  The phone rings once, three times, five, and then Charlie Master answers. "Brix. Happy Monday." This would be an incredibly annoying... More >>

• Bite Me

  published May 27, 2004

  A moment of silence, please, for Vega, the innovative (and really good) Nuevo Latino eatery run by Michael Payne and chef/partner... More >>

• Get a 'Cue

  published May 20, 2004

  At the diners I frequent on deadline day, the waitresses know what I do for a living and don't hold it against me. They see me hunched up in the... More >>

• Bite Me

  published May 20, 2004

  Having Racines close by was the best sort of convenience. And I mean the old Racines, the one at Ninth Avenue and Bannock Street on whose... More >>

• The Creole Thing

  published May 13, 2004

  If I lived in New Orleans, I'd be fat as a bastard. Old-Southern-colonel fat, in a Borsalino damp around the hatband from sweating in the Delta... More >>

• Bite Me

  published May 13, 2004

  It's been a rough year for the food business. The economy's still in the tank, and yet more and more restaurants are opening, creating more and... More >>

• The Waiting Game

  published May 6, 2004

  Three months. For most critics, that's the amount of time that must pass before a brand-new restaurant is considered fair game for a review.... More >>

• Bite Me

  published May 6, 2004

  Dean was the son of a wino, one of the most tottering bums on Larimer Street, and Dean had in fact been brought up generally on Larimer Street... More >>

• For Pete's Sake

  published April 29, 2004

  This was one of those weekends when too much introspection and too many bad memories had turned me sour, when anything could trigger an avalanche... More >>