Bite Me

Yup, it’s that time again: The mailbags here at Bite Me HQ runneth over with letters, faxes, e-mails and the assorted detritus of this strange biz, so before they begin runneth-ing over into the next cubicle, I figured I’d deal with a few of them. First up, I’ve been getting…

Drink of the Week

I’ve always been curious about the Chinook Tavern, which is named for the gentle westerly winds that warm the Front Range each winter. So after an early evening of shopping in Cherry Creek, we popped in for a much-needed cocktail. Although Chinook is known for its German food — as…

You’re Darn Teuton

The dining room at Cafe Berlin was empty when Laura and I walked past. Next door, Dario’s had a few tables, and the smell of roasting meat, garlic and red sauce licking out onto the street would ensure that it soon had a few more. A couple of early drinkers…

Bite Me

You know things are getting ugly when Charo, of all people, is threatening to drag your ass into court. The cuchi-cuchi girl is shaking all kinds of things at Bart DeLorenzo and his Spanish-themed nightclub/steakhouse empire, Sevilla Entertainment, which had booked her show into Sevilla Las Vegas, the second in…

Consumed

Sure, Canada has at least one “mad” cow. But what American beef eaters don’t know is that the United States has millions of cows that, if not yet mad, are certainly uncomfortable. “They appear to be happy walking up to a full bunk of grain every morning,” Dale Lasater says,…

Drink of the Week

People have searched for centuries for the fountain of youth — but now all you need to keep that forehead as smooth as a baby’s behind is a shot of botulinum toxin, better known as Botox. And if you’re looking to hang with the hippest of the high-end, wrinkle-free hip,…

Bite Me

I tried to stay out of this fight. Really, I did. Way back in January, I made a promise to keep my nose out of politics and stick to food. I managed to give the whole Freedom fries/Freedom toast controversy a pass, because, frankly, it seemed too insipid to even…

Drink of the Week

Tom Collins High Street Speakeasy 3862 High Street 303-298-9333 I’ve always wished I could have partied through the Roaring ’20s — with their bathtubs full of gin, fabulous fashions and gangster-owned, back-alley bars. But now, at the High Street Speakeasy, it’s easy to go back in time and drink to…

Azure Like It

It was the end of my third meal at Indigo. The dinner plates had been cleared, the white tablecloth combed down. While Julie — my cover for this night’s clandestine activities — and I were picking at the rag ends of the dessert we’d shared, I waited for the hammer…

Life Before Frisee

Comfort food is dead. I keep hoping that if I say that enough, it will actually come true. Comfort food should be pronounced dead, because it’s gone as far as it can go in the white-tablecloth-and-heavy-silver restaurant cosmos. It’s a horse that has been ridden hard, whipped to within an…

Bite Me

Five minutes, okay?” “Five minutes. I’ll just run in and run out.” “Okay.” I fiddled with the radio, trying to get something good on the vintage-’70s push-button console. Matt got out of the car, two plastic bags full of Styrofoam takeout boxes in his hands, then leaned back toward the…

Consumed

Carol Fenster was raised on wheat produced on her family’s Nebraska farm by her father, an internationally acclaimed wheat grower. For forty years, she, like most Americans, ate a diet heavy in wheat flour. But she also endured four decades of recurring sinus infections, colds and poor health, even though…

Drink of the Week

As Denver’s wet and wild spring continues and the South Platte River roars like the mighty, muddy Mississippi, why not head south to New Orleans — or maybe just Greenwood Village — and dive into a Streetcar Named Desire, the signature drink at Bourbon Street Pizzabar & Grill. Named for…

Slice of Life

When I’m in need of an energizing, centering, head-clearing taste of the Big Apple, I usually go to New York Pizzeria, a little hole-in-the-wall strip-mall joint in Glendale. But last month, I realized it had been a long time since I’d made a trip back to the state that spawned…

Bite Me

I miss Leon a little already. Don’t get me wrong: I’m glad to be back from my East Coast adventure — but he was something special. To lift a line from the good doctor (Hunter Thompson, that is), Leon was “one of God’s own prototypes — a high-powered mutant of…

Drink of the Week

A new moon’s rising over Denver’s bar scene with the Luna Hotel, a super-chic boutique inn that just opened in the heart of LoDo. Saunter up to the stylish street-level bar for some out-of-this-world high-end cocktail creativity, including the signature Luna-Tic, which comprises a hush-hush mix of fresh juices and…

What’s Good for the Goose…

Bennigan’s. We have Bennigan’s to thank for Christian “Goose” Sorenson, executive chef at Solera. Coming to the Mile High City from his native Wyoming, where he’d been a frat-house cook in Laramie, Sorenson thought that working the line at Bennigan’s was the top restaurant job to which he could aspire…

Bite Me

While the food Solera serves all us regular folk on regular days is just fine (see review), the food coming out of the kitchen on Monday, April 28, was better. And not better by a little, but by leaps and bounds. Better by orders of magnitude. Better in a way…

Consumed

For many people who work in Denver’s City & County Building, the basement cafeteria is a feared, last-resort stop. But Jacques Yang, the cafeteria’s new chef, is out to change that. He sees it as the perfect spot for a homestyle meal, one that can sustain a person through a…

Drink of the Week

With his natty British accent and talent for wooing the ladies, James Bond and his “shaken, not stirred” martinis are the epitome of cool. And if the debonair 007 happened to hit Denver during his his never-ending mission to quash evil, you’d probably find him sipping one of Indigo’s namesake…

Gut Check

When I am through with this industry — when I no longer feel (as I sometimes still do) the strong magnetic pull of kitchen life, the strange urge to put on my old whites and checks and stumble blearily into the 5 a.m. quiet of a house not yet awake;…

Bite Me

The duck feet did me in. I’ve eaten some pretty freaky stuff in my time and have had duck (and chicken) feet on more than a few occasions, but after spending several days gorging myself up, down and across Denver’s Far East intersection at Alameda Avenue and Federal Boulevard, the…