It's been a few years, but I'm still enjoying great dining in Denver. I'll be posting via the above Twitter feed instead of full blog posts. I hope you find them amusing, if not helpful.
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Happy dining!
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Saturday, April 15, 2006
New Orleans -- Bayona
So M and I took a little trip to the big easy for Spring Break and my birthday. He'd been down to Baton Rouge for some work recently and thought it would be fun to do a combination work/play thing in New Orleans.
When I mentioned to my mom where we were going, she kind of freaked out on me. She was saying that it still isn't clean, safe, etc. I even talked to my sister and she agreed with my mom. So I consulted an expert, my friend B, who works for an environmental clean-up agency and had been down to N.O. a multitude of times. He said if we stayed in places like the French Quarter and the Garden District, we should be fine. So we went!
We stayed at a beautiful old hotel called Hotel Monteleone. We never actually ate there, but we liked our room and did have a damn good rye and ginger at the Carousel Bar off the lobby. We flew in on Thursday (my birthday!!!) and went fancy schmancy by way of a great little restaurant called Bayona.
The food at Bayona was fantastic. We didn't want to make ourselves ill, so we shared an appetizer and then shared a salad before we had our entrees. The appetizer was a special that day -- it was a spectacular scallop dish, I think they were seared, and then served on scallop shell halves with a lovely, delicate sauce. Our server recommended a glass of reisling to complement the flavors in the appetizer -- it was an excellent suggestion. The pear and quail salad was next. I noticed there were some nuts on the salad, and had to ask if they were walnuts. When I mentioned that if I ate walnuts I would die, he got a little freaked out. It turned out they were pecans and I avoided eating them anyway, but our poor server never really recovered from being so rattled. Oh well.
We didn't let the nut issue get to us, though, because we had more eating to do. For my entree, I ordered another special of the day, it was buttermilk battered fried rabbit (not heavy at all). I LOVED this dish. It was so good, I had nothing left on my plate by the time I was done. M had the grouper with purple coconut rice and thai pineapple chutney. He loved his, too.
Our only regret is that we should've sat outside. It was slightly nippy, and we thought it might be too chilly to eat in the garden, but the inside of the restaurant was pretty brisk, too. Oh well.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I did get to check out the ladies room before we left for the evening. When I walked in the bathroom, there was a mirrored wall to my left, and as I came through the door, I thought I was walking in to someone. Other than that, the bathroom had an old feel to it because of it's small size. It was nice, though. I'd give it 3 out of 5 flushes.
When I mentioned to my mom where we were going, she kind of freaked out on me. She was saying that it still isn't clean, safe, etc. I even talked to my sister and she agreed with my mom. So I consulted an expert, my friend B, who works for an environmental clean-up agency and had been down to N.O. a multitude of times. He said if we stayed in places like the French Quarter and the Garden District, we should be fine. So we went!
We stayed at a beautiful old hotel called Hotel Monteleone. We never actually ate there, but we liked our room and did have a damn good rye and ginger at the Carousel Bar off the lobby. We flew in on Thursday (my birthday!!!) and went fancy schmancy by way of a great little restaurant called Bayona.
The food at Bayona was fantastic. We didn't want to make ourselves ill, so we shared an appetizer and then shared a salad before we had our entrees. The appetizer was a special that day -- it was a spectacular scallop dish, I think they were seared, and then served on scallop shell halves with a lovely, delicate sauce. Our server recommended a glass of reisling to complement the flavors in the appetizer -- it was an excellent suggestion. The pear and quail salad was next. I noticed there were some nuts on the salad, and had to ask if they were walnuts. When I mentioned that if I ate walnuts I would die, he got a little freaked out. It turned out they were pecans and I avoided eating them anyway, but our poor server never really recovered from being so rattled. Oh well.
We didn't let the nut issue get to us, though, because we had more eating to do. For my entree, I ordered another special of the day, it was buttermilk battered fried rabbit (not heavy at all). I LOVED this dish. It was so good, I had nothing left on my plate by the time I was done. M had the grouper with purple coconut rice and thai pineapple chutney. He loved his, too.
Our only regret is that we should've sat outside. It was slightly nippy, and we thought it might be too chilly to eat in the garden, but the inside of the restaurant was pretty brisk, too. Oh well.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I did get to check out the ladies room before we left for the evening. When I walked in the bathroom, there was a mirrored wall to my left, and as I came through the door, I thought I was walking in to someone. Other than that, the bathroom had an old feel to it because of it's small size. It was nice, though. I'd give it 3 out of 5 flushes.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Pho Fusion
I don't know what it was about the allure of Dodgeball, but I felt compelled to play. And play I did. Once I arrived, I realized I was on one of only two faculty teams and there were around twenty student teams, mostly boys. It could have been worse...
I mention this because one of the student teams was Team Pho, and they were wearing the cool t-shirts from Pho Fusion, one of which says "pho-natic" and the other which says "pho-shizzle." So clever. I've actually seen these students at Pho Fusion during lunch when I'm trying to do anything but run into students. At least these guys were less enthusiastic about my presence than I was about there's.
But on to why this place is so awesome. It could be the charisma of the owner, Tom Bird. He is a natural at the art of sincere small talk (if there is such a thing), and seems to be a downright good guy. You want him to succeed, and there's little doubt that he will.
But it's not just about Tom. It's the food. It is exceptional. The quality and freshness of the ingredients is truly amazing and totally comes through in the food. My two favorite dishes are the chicken pho (although the beef is spectacular) and the pad thai. A word about the pho. I could go on and on about how good it is, but you could read about that anywhere. I want to talk about that big plate of pho accoutrements. The plate includes thai basil, cilantro, jalapeno slices, a wedge of lime and a big bunch of bean sprouts. I almost feel guilty because I use only a fraction of this fresh goodness: one or two torn basil leaves, a small squeeze of lime, a few cilantro leaves, and a one or two jalepeno slices (after I poke the seeds off). I never touch the bean sprouts -- not a fan. But I feel so wasteful! I feel guilty! I secretly hope that my unused produce gets recycled in some way (yet I'm equally horrified by the thought).
I need to let it go and enjoy the pho for its own sake. It is so good -- you just feel virtuous after having pho for lunch (or dinner). Even when I've gone a bit overboard and consumed just enough to send me to the other side of sloshy, I know it's only liquid and it will pass. Maybe if I keep eating at Pho Fusion, I'll be in tip-top shape for next year's dodgeball and I'll be pho-nominal! (sorry)
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: It's pretty spare in there. Very white. Kind of like when in the Matrix, they're in the "construct" before the guns come swooshing in. 2.5 out of 5 flushes.
I mention this because one of the student teams was Team Pho, and they were wearing the cool t-shirts from Pho Fusion, one of which says "pho-natic" and the other which says "pho-shizzle." So clever. I've actually seen these students at Pho Fusion during lunch when I'm trying to do anything but run into students. At least these guys were less enthusiastic about my presence than I was about there's.
But on to why this place is so awesome. It could be the charisma of the owner, Tom Bird. He is a natural at the art of sincere small talk (if there is such a thing), and seems to be a downright good guy. You want him to succeed, and there's little doubt that he will.
But it's not just about Tom. It's the food. It is exceptional. The quality and freshness of the ingredients is truly amazing and totally comes through in the food. My two favorite dishes are the chicken pho (although the beef is spectacular) and the pad thai. A word about the pho. I could go on and on about how good it is, but you could read about that anywhere. I want to talk about that big plate of pho accoutrements. The plate includes thai basil, cilantro, jalapeno slices, a wedge of lime and a big bunch of bean sprouts. I almost feel guilty because I use only a fraction of this fresh goodness: one or two torn basil leaves, a small squeeze of lime, a few cilantro leaves, and a one or two jalepeno slices (after I poke the seeds off). I never touch the bean sprouts -- not a fan. But I feel so wasteful! I feel guilty! I secretly hope that my unused produce gets recycled in some way (yet I'm equally horrified by the thought).
I need to let it go and enjoy the pho for its own sake. It is so good -- you just feel virtuous after having pho for lunch (or dinner). Even when I've gone a bit overboard and consumed just enough to send me to the other side of sloshy, I know it's only liquid and it will pass. Maybe if I keep eating at Pho Fusion, I'll be in tip-top shape for next year's dodgeball and I'll be pho-nominal! (sorry)
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: It's pretty spare in there. Very white. Kind of like when in the Matrix, they're in the "construct" before the guns come swooshing in. 2.5 out of 5 flushes.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Capital Grille
I've now resolved to get back on the blogging tip. I was at a meeting the other day and there was this chick who writes children's books and she was talking about the writing process and her rituals, etc., and I was thinking "I like to write! I want rituals!" Then, of course, I thought of this blog, which is the closest thing to writing that I do, and the self-loathing began.
But I'm not one to dwell! So I've created a ritual for myself to encourage consistency in the frequency of my postings. (I'm shooting for a minimum of once a week.) Now that my hubby, M has entered a Suduko moment -- tryin' to keep the gray matter well-lubricated -- I thought the weekend mornings when he's Suduko-ing would be perfect. And so here I am.
Now on to more important things -- dining! Last night we went to the Capital Grille on Larimer for dinner before the symphony (AWESOME show, by the way!) We had never been there before because it always seemed that when the honeymoon buzz was lingering at Capital Grille, we could never get a reservation when we wanted one. The other thing is that we're not really big steak-restaurant people. M and I both are of the opnion that when you dine out and throw down the cash, one of the essential things you're paying for is the talent and innovation of the chef.
In Denver, the layperson has access to exceptional-quality meat. We'll get a couple of filets from Whole Foods (for a price, mind you) and because of the quality of the meat, all it needs is a little salt and pepper before (or sometimes after) you slap it on the grill. Steak that good and that simply prepared doesn't need the blue cheese and the rubs and all the other stuff. So, for that reason, we rarely patronize places like Morton's, Sullivan's, etc.
But this time we did, and it was good. The crab and lobster cake was okay. The lobster meat was the stand out, but the quality of the crab wasn't lumpy enough for me. The actual steaks, themselves, were quite good. M had the Kona (decaf!) coffee rub on a medium rare aged sirloin. It came with shallots and some butter-cream sauce that he scraped off. When I first tasted it, I liked it more than my dish. Very flavorful and, obviously, good quality meat. I ordered the sliced filet (medium rare) that comes with cippolini onions and mushrooms. At first I wasn't loving it because my previously described prejudices about a simply-prepared filet were clouding my judgement, but eventually it grew on me. It was perfectly cooked, and as I went on to enjoy it with the classic creamed spinach we ordered as a side, I realized that I had been won over.
Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not planning to convert to steak house dining. I'm just saying that if I were to go to a steak place, this experience helps me to decide which one to attend and to have the knowledge that it can be quite good.
Oh, by the way, the bottle we ordered was perfect. It was a 2000 Bordeaux that was pretty reasonably priced $70-80 and, after decanting, opened up really nicely.
E. O. D. Bathroom Rating: I didn't use the facilities at Captial Grille. I ended up using the ladies' at the Samba Room (you may want to turn down your volume before clicking this link) because M wanted to squeeze in a quick post-steak, pre-symphony cigar. Nice bathroom. I kind of enjoy the runway effect of the corridor to the bathrooms, too. 4 out of 5 flushes for the Samba Room bathroom.
But I'm not one to dwell! So I've created a ritual for myself to encourage consistency in the frequency of my postings. (I'm shooting for a minimum of once a week.) Now that my hubby, M has entered a Suduko moment -- tryin' to keep the gray matter well-lubricated -- I thought the weekend mornings when he's Suduko-ing would be perfect. And so here I am.
Now on to more important things -- dining! Last night we went to the Capital Grille on Larimer for dinner before the symphony (AWESOME show, by the way!) We had never been there before because it always seemed that when the honeymoon buzz was lingering at Capital Grille, we could never get a reservation when we wanted one. The other thing is that we're not really big steak-restaurant people. M and I both are of the opnion that when you dine out and throw down the cash, one of the essential things you're paying for is the talent and innovation of the chef.
In Denver, the layperson has access to exceptional-quality meat. We'll get a couple of filets from Whole Foods (for a price, mind you) and because of the quality of the meat, all it needs is a little salt and pepper before (or sometimes after) you slap it on the grill. Steak that good and that simply prepared doesn't need the blue cheese and the rubs and all the other stuff. So, for that reason, we rarely patronize places like Morton's, Sullivan's, etc.
But this time we did, and it was good. The crab and lobster cake was okay. The lobster meat was the stand out, but the quality of the crab wasn't lumpy enough for me. The actual steaks, themselves, were quite good. M had the Kona (decaf!) coffee rub on a medium rare aged sirloin. It came with shallots and some butter-cream sauce that he scraped off. When I first tasted it, I liked it more than my dish. Very flavorful and, obviously, good quality meat. I ordered the sliced filet (medium rare) that comes with cippolini onions and mushrooms. At first I wasn't loving it because my previously described prejudices about a simply-prepared filet were clouding my judgement, but eventually it grew on me. It was perfectly cooked, and as I went on to enjoy it with the classic creamed spinach we ordered as a side, I realized that I had been won over.
Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not planning to convert to steak house dining. I'm just saying that if I were to go to a steak place, this experience helps me to decide which one to attend and to have the knowledge that it can be quite good.
Oh, by the way, the bottle we ordered was perfect. It was a 2000 Bordeaux that was pretty reasonably priced $70-80 and, after decanting, opened up really nicely.
E. O. D. Bathroom Rating: I didn't use the facilities at Captial Grille. I ended up using the ladies' at the Samba Room (you may want to turn down your volume before clicking this link) because M wanted to squeeze in a quick post-steak, pre-symphony cigar. Nice bathroom. I kind of enjoy the runway effect of the corridor to the bathrooms, too. 4 out of 5 flushes for the Samba Room bathroom.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Krameria Cafe
It looks great. Really. I wouldn't have even stepped foot in there before they re-did the Krameria Cafe. But the service is painfully slow (especially when you're all empty-stomachy and the coffee is eating a hole in your stomach lining because you've had four refills and your food still isn't ready!)
I was so optimistic, too. I saw they had a gyro-egg thing that reminded me of the breakfast we had at Cafe Opa that I enjoyed. This dish -- not so good. The gyro meat was burned, the eggs were so-so. The "butter" on the toast was just nasty.
I think this is actually the first completely negative review I've done on this blog so far. Bummer, because it could have a lot of potential. We'll wait and see.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I know I had all that time on my hands, but I never made it to the bathroom.
I was so optimistic, too. I saw they had a gyro-egg thing that reminded me of the breakfast we had at Cafe Opa that I enjoyed. This dish -- not so good. The gyro meat was burned, the eggs were so-so. The "butter" on the toast was just nasty.
I think this is actually the first completely negative review I've done on this blog so far. Bummer, because it could have a lot of potential. We'll wait and see.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I know I had all that time on my hands, but I never made it to the bathroom.
Rioja
I've been to Rioja about a half dozen times since it opened and have generally enjoyed it, but the dinner we had on a recent Saturday night with KB & C (sans Baby J) was exceptional.
Our reservation was on the early side, and we got a cozy seat in the "sidecar" area on the right side of the restaurant. We got the party started with a cocktail. KB went with the classic vodka martini, M with the Bombay Sapphire martini, C with a Belvedere and soda with lemon, and me with the only girly drink at the table, the Pomiginger martini (I love ginger!!!).
Before I mention the apps, I must give praise to our exceptional server. I can't remember his name, but he was an absolute superstar. Perfectly funny, friendly, polished and professional. He even whipped out his mini flashlight when C wanted to know the maker of the shnazzy pepper mill he was using.
Anyway, the appetizer was the Rioja Picnic. M and I had this one afternoon this past summer on the mini patio in front (another great day). It includes olives, chorizo, some dried duck thing, a couple of yummy cheeses, toasted almonds, and a shaved fennel and red onion thing. Sooo good.
The two couples each split a salad. House for KB & C, Beet Salad for M and me (accomodatingly w/o walnuts for me!) Then the main course. Both C and M had the veal. M wanted to try the Veal Cheeks because the dish had a cavatelli-like ricotta/gnocchi side. He liked the flavor but thought he gnocchi too mushy. KB and I both went with the duck. Mmm mmm mmm. Perfect for a post-Thanksgiving, it-sure-is-winter kind of feeling. MMMM!
We were so full by the end, but as pleasantly so as possible. We walked it off a bit on our way to the ballet, which by the way, was wonderful. Yeay!
Our reservation was on the early side, and we got a cozy seat in the "sidecar" area on the right side of the restaurant. We got the party started with a cocktail. KB went with the classic vodka martini, M with the Bombay Sapphire martini, C with a Belvedere and soda with lemon, and me with the only girly drink at the table, the Pomiginger martini (I love ginger!!!).
Before I mention the apps, I must give praise to our exceptional server. I can't remember his name, but he was an absolute superstar. Perfectly funny, friendly, polished and professional. He even whipped out his mini flashlight when C wanted to know the maker of the shnazzy pepper mill he was using.
Anyway, the appetizer was the Rioja Picnic. M and I had this one afternoon this past summer on the mini patio in front (another great day). It includes olives, chorizo, some dried duck thing, a couple of yummy cheeses, toasted almonds, and a shaved fennel and red onion thing. Sooo good.
The two couples each split a salad. House for KB & C, Beet Salad for M and me (accomodatingly w/o walnuts for me!) Then the main course. Both C and M had the veal. M wanted to try the Veal Cheeks because the dish had a cavatelli-like ricotta/gnocchi side. He liked the flavor but thought he gnocchi too mushy. KB and I both went with the duck. Mmm mmm mmm. Perfect for a post-Thanksgiving, it-sure-is-winter kind of feeling. MMMM!
We were so full by the end, but as pleasantly so as possible. We walked it off a bit on our way to the ballet, which by the way, was wonderful. Yeay!
Sushi Sasa
I'm behind again. The night we went to Sushi Sasa was the night after the Broncos kicked the Jets' behinds at Mile High. KB & C invited M and I to join them and Baby J for the game. It was great. Kind of tough having grown up a Jets fan, but that was a long, long time ago on an island far, far away. I live in Broncos Country now, and my brother and father have both converted to being G-men.
Nonetheless, we were going to stop in at My Brother's Bar for a bite, but it was closed. So Sushi Sasa and it's vinyl "now open" sign beckoned us from across the street. We went for it and were not disappointed.
It was very quiet when we first arrived, and our sporty attire was a bit out of synch with the sleek modernism. We were with the sushi guru, (C) though, and I felt confident that while the other members of the sushi congregation might have pood-poohed our garb, we were with a true believer.
As usual, I can't exactly remember everything we ordered. I know we went with the can't-be-beat price on a Ferrara sauvignon blanc. We went with it twice, as a matter of fact.
There was a great sashimi appetizer that rocked. I can't remember what it was, though. M had the cooked cod reminiscent of the cod we had at Nobu and he loved it. There was a lot of sushi and it was fantastic.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: M went first, and since I've been practicing my Italian, I asked "Dov e?" He replied "a sinistra," which means "on the left." It was actually a sinistra e then a destra. Hee hee, hoo hoo... I guess you had to be there. Anyway, the bathroom was sweet in that it's a single. Nicely decorated with a sunken glass sink. (Although they should spray paint the u-pipe cover black, I think.) 4 out of 5 flushes.
Nonetheless, we were going to stop in at My Brother's Bar for a bite, but it was closed. So Sushi Sasa and it's vinyl "now open" sign beckoned us from across the street. We went for it and were not disappointed.
It was very quiet when we first arrived, and our sporty attire was a bit out of synch with the sleek modernism. We were with the sushi guru, (C) though, and I felt confident that while the other members of the sushi congregation might have pood-poohed our garb, we were with a true believer.
As usual, I can't exactly remember everything we ordered. I know we went with the can't-be-beat price on a Ferrara sauvignon blanc. We went with it twice, as a matter of fact.
There was a great sashimi appetizer that rocked. I can't remember what it was, though. M had the cooked cod reminiscent of the cod we had at Nobu and he loved it. There was a lot of sushi and it was fantastic.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: M went first, and since I've been practicing my Italian, I asked "Dov e?" He replied "a sinistra," which means "on the left." It was actually a sinistra e then a destra. Hee hee, hoo hoo... I guess you had to be there. Anyway, the bathroom was sweet in that it's a single. Nicely decorated with a sunken glass sink. (Although they should spray paint the u-pipe cover black, I think.) 4 out of 5 flushes.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
NYC -- Da Ciro Ristorante
So, the next night, we saw JP & MG again, as well as T-Bird and her man, T. We all got together at Da Ciro Ristorante, a place where T and T-Bird are frequent diners and are well-known. I started with a glass of prosecco, and almost everyone else has a yummy glass of red. Before we were seated, we nibbled on some olives that were beautifully arranged in bowls on the small bar. Then they brought out the famous foccacia robiola. Good God! Ridiculously good. I'm shaking my head with solemnity even as I type this.
Dinner was also excellent. I had the home made tagliolini con gamberetti -- pasta with shrimp, arugola, and tomatoes. Exactly what I was in the mood for. I've been jonesing for some arugola in my pasta since our trip to Italy this past summer. M had the veal special and loved it, too. the only other person's meal that I recall was T-Bird's. She ordered the whole fish special, and when the server brought it out, he actually "carved" it for her at the table!
That's the other thing, the servers were all very friendly and fun, but without being too much so. Finally, we finished with the tiramisu.
A fantastic evening!
Dinner was also excellent. I had the home made tagliolini con gamberetti -- pasta with shrimp, arugola, and tomatoes. Exactly what I was in the mood for. I've been jonesing for some arugola in my pasta since our trip to Italy this past summer. M had the veal special and loved it, too. the only other person's meal that I recall was T-Bird's. She ordered the whole fish special, and when the server brought it out, he actually "carved" it for her at the table!
That's the other thing, the servers were all very friendly and fun, but without being too much so. Finally, we finished with the tiramisu.
A fantastic evening!
NYC -- Tabla
So as I mentioned in the previous entry, M and I went to NYC last week. He went for work and I went for play. We got to see good friends (& family), eat well, and even see Wicked (because God knows you couldn't get tickets to the Denver shows!!!)
JP and MG took M and I out for dinner the night we flew in to Tabla, an exceptional restaurant that is fine dining with an Indian flare. Downstairs is the Bread Bar, which is more casual, but still very good (so I'm told). We dined in the swankier upstairs dining room, and after much deliberation, decided to go for the Fall Tasting Menu with wine pairings. We were not disappointed. Here's the problem, though. I don't exactly remember the different dishes and the menu isn't up on their website yet. I know it seems like a cop-out, but I know I enjoyed absolutely everything. The naan bread was spectacular, there was a great lobster dish, some red snapper thing that rocked... Sorry-- I just can't remember!
Perhaps I'm having such difficulty recollecting this because of all the wine! I don't exactly remember those either, but they were great, too. We weren't even buzzed, though. In fact, we were bragging about our high-altitude-iness and whatnot. Oh well, I'll bug M to see if he can remember a little more and maybe add an update to this entry later.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I know I used the bathroom, because I remember it was downstairs in the Bread Bar area. I remember it was nice but small (like so much in NYC) and that the Indian music was really cranked up in there. 3.5 out of 5 flushes.
JP and MG took M and I out for dinner the night we flew in to Tabla, an exceptional restaurant that is fine dining with an Indian flare. Downstairs is the Bread Bar, which is more casual, but still very good (so I'm told). We dined in the swankier upstairs dining room, and after much deliberation, decided to go for the Fall Tasting Menu with wine pairings. We were not disappointed. Here's the problem, though. I don't exactly remember the different dishes and the menu isn't up on their website yet. I know it seems like a cop-out, but I know I enjoyed absolutely everything. The naan bread was spectacular, there was a great lobster dish, some red snapper thing that rocked... Sorry-- I just can't remember!
Perhaps I'm having such difficulty recollecting this because of all the wine! I don't exactly remember those either, but they were great, too. We weren't even buzzed, though. In fact, we were bragging about our high-altitude-iness and whatnot. Oh well, I'll bug M to see if he can remember a little more and maybe add an update to this entry later.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: I know I used the bathroom, because I remember it was downstairs in the Bread Bar area. I remember it was nice but small (like so much in NYC) and that the Indian music was really cranked up in there. 3.5 out of 5 flushes.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Cafe Opa
M and I were in NYC last week (more about that in the next entry) and on our way to pick up our dogs from the sitters, we stopped for breakfast at this little place in a strip mall called Cafe Opa. When we walked in, I didn't have particularly high expectations. Then an older man, who I assume is the owner, came over to seat us and was really kind and warm. We ordered the breakfast burrito with gyro meat, feta, eggs, etc., and it was excellent. The green chile on top, with a dask of tasziki sauce... mmmmm. I couldn't get over how good it was. We also had the french toast (called greek toast), and that was good, but not as good as the burrito.
When I googled Cafe Opa to find a link for this blog, I found two bad reviews for it on citysearch. I don't know if I'd go all the way out there to have dinner at Cafe Opa (I haven't been), but I would make the drive for that burrito.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: Nature didn't call.
When I googled Cafe Opa to find a link for this blog, I found two bad reviews for it on citysearch. I don't know if I'd go all the way out there to have dinner at Cafe Opa (I haven't been), but I would make the drive for that burrito.
E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: Nature didn't call.
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