Guess where I’m eating?

A sign of the times that’s certainly more clever than “No shoes, no shirt, no service.” Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I drinking/eating posts is entered into a pool — and every Monday, we select…

Rock Wood-Fired Pizza & Spirits coming to Belmar

There’s nothing like blaring rock music to wake you up on on Monday morning — and that’s exactly what I got when I clicked on the website of Rock Wood-Fired Pizza & Spirits, a Pacific Northwest chain with a music-theme roster of wood-fired pizzas, most of them titled after classic…

Guess where I’m eating?

Aside from the fact that the floor was so sticky that it stuck to my shoes like glue, this deli turns out a decent sandwich, and the fries, when hot, are good, too. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the…

Guess where I’m eating?

A scoop of basil ice cream and a second scoop of berry ice cream, paired with a split of prosecco, was the finale to dinner earlier this week. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I drinking/eating…

Guess where I’m eating?

I love unexpected surprises, and here, at this convivial cafe that’s certainly better known for its sandwiches and soups than its international dishes, I found — and promptly inhaled — an Indian chicken curry. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to…

A Charter to Barter

There are wife swaps, country manor and city house swaps, swap meets, and now food swaps, courtesy of the Mile High Swappers, a whole enchilada of like-minded foodniks, beer brewers and grape gurus who convene monthly to trade homemade, homegrown or home-brewed treats and libations. “It’s really fun, incredibly easy,…

Cooking with Pete and Barb Marczyk: Lobster roll

Pete Marczyk and Barbara Macfarlane do not leave their work behind when they leave Marczyk Fine Foods and head for their great old Denver house with the big, new kitchen. They often bring some of their market’s choicest ingredients home with them, and cook up a feast. Ge used to…

Guess where I’m eating?

Breakfast is served all day, every day, until 5 p.m. at this neighborhood java joint with a palpable hippie vibe. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I drinking/eating posts is entered into a pool — and…

Guess where I’m eating?

A long time ago, Basil Doc’s pushed a fantastic white clam pizza (it now sucks). Several other pie palaces also toss white clam pizzas, none of which are great, but this one — save for the deluge of flour beneath the crust — is good. Can you guess where I’m…

A photo tour of the Cherry Creek Fresh Market

I spent Saturday morning meandering around the Cherry Creek Fresh Market — a market, frankly, that I’ve never been terribly fond of, mainly because much of the produce is unseasonal and trucked in from outside state lines, plus I was tired of seeing vendors pimping acres of dried pasta, soaps…

Guess where I’m eating?

Talk about a mouthful: A single bagel from this shrine to ringed dough with a hole already stretches your jaw, but the sandwiches, towered with everything form salmon to roast beef, are comedic skyscrapers. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to…