Sounds like something William Shatner should recite as poetry on The Tonight Show. I kid, I kid...kind of. The verbiage cited above is what's written on the menu and on the mural that greets you at Fresko, a week-old Mexican restaurant that isn't exactly "metropolitan" given its south suburban address -- 5062 South Syracuse -- in the Denver Tech Center, but if you live in, say, Bonanza, Colorado (population: 15), then, yeah, sure, why not?
Anyway, the menu -- soft corn or flour tortilla tacos, flautas, burritos, quesadillas, enchiladas -- reads like your run-of-the-mill south of the border joint, but when I stopped by for lunch this week and ordered the chicken enchiladas smothered in a piquant tomatillo salsa, I really wanted to take another plate home with me. And the samples of salsa, delivered with a heap of house-made flour chips (I much prefer corn, but whatever) and nine small ramekins of salsa -- everything from a mild and creamy avocado to a smoky chipotle and a fiery roasted cayenne -- held their own, perhaps not against temples of taco worship like Tacos Y Salsas or Las Carboncitos, the two top taquerias in town for anyone who's a salsa bar slut, but Fresko's concoctions were hardly slouchers.
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And the wine list, with its nod to Chilean, Argentinian and Spanish labels, is no loafer, either. In fact, there's not one California -- or American -- label on the entire list. On second thought, maybe there is something metropolitan about Fresko, after all.