The tablecloths at Cora Faye’s Cafe — heavy, almost like oilcloth but patterned with flowers — are a little sticky. And so is the air. It’s close and warm in the cluttered front dining room, the atmosphere rich with smells that are both food smells and the smells of people…
Chutney’s and its chef, Ravi Chandra, present a view of Indian cuisine that’s somewhat above and to the left of the norm — but they’re not alone. The Royal Peacock, which opened in Boulder back in 1983, has always offered Indian food that took its inspiration not from the classical…
In last week’s Bite Me, I talked about Sushi Moon (6585 Greenwood Plaza Boulevard, Greenwood Village) and the troubles that operators Jessie Son and Young Joe Kwon were having finding their place in the already well-defined niche of pan-Asian fine dining. They’d recently lost a chef and were looking for…
On the floor at Chutney’s, manager Subash Shetty moves silently from table to table, filling gaps in service left by his waiters and waitresses. He takes drink orders. He answers questions the servers can’t — how to pronounce tikka-e-noorjahani and which is spicier, the Peshawari chicken or the chicken Chettinad…
While Osaka Sushi (see review) might be the kind of place I wish were around when I was still a young, easily intimidated sushi eater, Domo is the kind of place I’m happy to have around now that I’m all growed up and know what I like. So what do…
Last week, Alex Gurevich called to let me know that Limón, his killer Novoandino/Peruvian restaurant at 1618 East 17th Avenue (“Small Miracles,” February 8), is turning one on July 12. He and his guys are throwing a party — live music, drink specials all night, complimentary frittatas, that kind of…
I remember deciding, years ago, that sushi was the most perfect food on the planet. Bear in mind that this was long before I’d actually eaten my first piece of sushi. And that this was coming from a kid who’d grown up in a blue-collar neighborhood in a blue-collar city…
Craig D’Alessandro of San Lorenzo Ristorante (see review) is not the only guy to come out of the Il Fornaio restaurant family and make a name for himself in the suburbs. Before he opened Venice in LoDo, before he opened the other Venice (which is just walking distance from San…
I’ve written some good menus in my time. Bouncing around as much as I did while wearing the whites, I got a lot of practice. Italian menus, French menus, tasting menus and complex, multi-course event menus inspired by things as ridiculous as Eastern European liquors and the birthday party of…
I eat a lot, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. It’s my job, after all, but sometimes even I am amazed at my rapacious capacity for putting on the feedbag. Like a couple of weeks ago, when I was down south with Laura eating pancakes — just a…
Everyone knows where to go for great road food, right? At off-ramp diners, backwoods barbecue shacks, street-corner burger joints and anywhere along the highway that’s built in the shape of something other than a restaurant — a tepee, a dinosaur, a giant banana, what have you. From blue-plate meatloaf to…
Everyone has annual traditions. There are the big ones, like Thanksgiving dinner with the family, opening presents on Christmas morning, falling asleep during the Super Bowl and getting smashed on New Year’s Eve. And then there are the smaller, more personal traditions. I have a lot of those. I try…
When word came down a couple of weeks ago that Leigh Sullivan, daughter of Jim Sullivan, was leaving her father’s eponymous restaurant group (which currently consists of Ocean, Nine75 and Oscar’s, and has almost as many shuttered concepts to its credit), I thought it was a little strange, but not…
Halfway up the mountain, it occurred to Laura and me that neither of us wanted jägerschnitzel. And it wasn’t just that we didn’t want German food. We really weren’t too crazy about each other at the moment. We’d been arguing all morning about this and that — a marital brushfire…
After visiting Aqua (see review), I decided to stop by Sparrow, a nearby restaurant I’d reviewed two years ago (“Cry Fowl,” March 17, 2005). At the time, I counted Sparrow among the worst restaurants in the city — the sort of place that was so ridiculously bad on so many…
I would make a terrible private investigator. This is a hard thing for me to admit, because as a kid, I was somewhat obsessed with the old Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler and Jim Thompson noir detective novels. I watched the black-and-white movies made from the best of them (Maltese Falcon…
Cold Kumomoto oysters from the bays of British Columbia, Malpeques from Prince Edward Island, gulf prawns from Mexico and littleneck clams from wherever littleneck clams call home. Negi-tuna sashimi, octopus and red-snapper ceviche, P.E.I. mussels by the pound juiced with ponzu and aioli. Whole king crabs, lobster tails, shrimp cocktails…
For 88 years, residents of Louisville have been coming to the Blue Parrot for spaghetti and meatballs, for ravioli and sausage sandwiches, for lunch and dinner, because that’s the kind of respect historic joints in small towns get — and also because for a long time there just wasn’t much…
Last month, I was all giddy about Colterra, the Niwot restaurant that chef Bradford Heap and his wife, Carol, were planning to open in place of Le Chantecler, which Heap had bought after he’d sold his interest in Chautauqua Dining Hall and Full Moon Grill (“All the Way,” April 12)…
There is only one true Italian restaurant — back East, in that charmed province that runs along the coast, north into New England, south as far as Baltimore. Upstate, downstate, in the barrens and on the shore, just one restaurant with 10,000 names that has grown the way mushrooms grow,…
Now obviously, the best thing in the world is eating pie. Throwing pies? That’s fun, too. But for those of you out there who fancy yourselves homegrown experts on the making of pies — man, do we have an event for you. In keeping with its efforts at turning downtown…
Oshima Ramen is like a clock set to run very, very slowly. But rather than having minute and second hands tick off its story, it has walls covered with graffiti. Over the years, people have added signatures, declarations of love, crudely reproduced anime characters, pictures of stick figures doing unmentionable…
