Kokoro closes its spot at Sixth and Broadway

When he founded the fast-casual Kokoro more than two decades ago, Mareo Torito had visions of growing the concept into a national chain. But from its original location at 2390 South Colorado Boulevard, it never spread beyond metro Denver — and now one of the three locations, at 555 Broadway,…

Chef Chris Cina ousted from Hideaway Steakhouse

“Hideaway Steakhouse brings on new Executive Chef, Todd Adkins, who has cooked for President Clinton and J Lo and has studied in Paris!” exclaimed the press release that landed in my inbox last week from Hideaway Steakhouse, the Westminster shrine to steer that opened in late March with Chris Cina,…

Guess where I’m eating?

With the arrival of fall comes the call for comfort food, and there’s nothing more comforting on a chilly autumn day than a big bowl of macaroni and cheese. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I…

Billy’s vegan hot dog an all-American delight

If you don’t like hot dogs, then we feel sorry for you. Yes, they are disgusting creations made from pieces of animal ground up, seasoned and disguised to look like “normal” meat — but if you opt for a veggie (or vegan) dog, then you get all the taste without…

Happy reopens in Boulder as the Bitter Bar

Dave Query, the founder of Big Red F, the Boulder-based restaurant group that encompasses the West End Tavern, Zolo Southwestern Grill, Centro Latin Kitchen & Refreshment Palace, a trio of Jax Fish Houses, the Bitter Bar and Lola, is one of the most successful restaurateurs in Colorado. A successful restaurateur…

Guess where I’m eating?

Finding this off-the-eaten path joint that does a brisk breakfast business isn’t easy, its facade far removed from the street, but here’s a hint: The name includes two initials. Can you guess where I’m eating? Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I…

Slow down at Argentine restaurant Caminito Tango

My first taste of offal was awful. I was sitting in a tiny restaurant next door to my friend’s Buenos Aires apartment, choking on smoke of both the grill and Marlboro Red varieties and drinking Quilmes, the crappy Argentine beer of choice, when a sizzling platter of meats — a…

Guess where I’m eating?

I’ll be the first to admit that I was loathe to try the tacos from this (somewhat) dignified taco shop that I’ve walked by numerous times on my way to somewhere else. Turns out, these are damn good tacos, even if the kitchen finds it necessary to use wisps of…