I liked cooking grits. I screwed it up constantly, but I never minded starting over. It was something to do in the quiet hours between four and six in the morning -- something to focus on. Sometimes my grits were good. Sometimes they were terrible. And since the day cook was a big Southern man with the classic, pear-shaped Southern sheriff body held up on skinny little legs, he knew good from bad and never hesitated to tell me which was which. Grits were the last real lesson I learned in the kitchens, the last bit of knowledge I took with me when I left.
And at Venue, I learned something new about grits. I learned how truly great they can be, how powerful, how dangerous.
My first taste of grits at Venue was absolutely stunning. So was everything else about Holly Hartnett's new restaurant. I reviewed Venue for Cafe, and then interviewed Hartnett about what it took to get her place open in Bite Me (where I also talked about some of the week's openings -- including Katie Mullen's, which I blogged about earlier today).
Venue occupies the former home of 8 Rivers. So for Second Helping, I ventured down to the new home of Scott Durah's restaurant in LoDo for a little jerk chicken and reggae.
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It was a good week, a busy week, occasionally a sad week as favored houses fell victim to the economy. And you can read all about it right here tomorrow.