Category:
Asian Fusion
Neighborhoods: Northwest, Lodo
Category:
Asian Fusion
Categories:
Pizza,
Sandwiches,
Vegetarian
Neighborhood: Southeast
Category:
American (New)
Neighborhoods: Northwest, Auraria
We ended our two 5280 weeks of epicurean bliss at Kevin Taylor at the Opera House. It was a wonderful setting for a restaurant. They set the mood of lounging in an open wheat field under the stars. The tables are set rather spaced apart under a ceiling not unlike a planetarium with maple wood floors. Walking down the stairs towards the host stand reminds one of parading gallantly into a palatial ball. At least that's what I imagine a palatial ball would be like. The service is reminiscent of other Kevin Taylor restaurants, in which one is treated with delicate professionalism. I cannot give them ratings as high as Restaurant Kevin Taylor due to the seemingly lack of experience of the staff, however they did very well.
I began the evening with the Roasted Red Kuri Squash Purée. It was excellently displayed in the bowl with a thinly sliced piece of Granny Smith apple and the cardamom cream. The soup was then poured into the bowl at the table. There was an excellent contrast of savory and sour with the creaminess of the soup and the tartness of the apple. The main course was a Dry-Aged Colorado Strip Loin served with Yukon Gold Potato Mousseline, Broccoli Rabe and topped with a dab of Prosciutto Butter. It was an excellent portion and of course everything complemented each other. I was able cut my steak with a butter knife, which certainly signifies a good cut. Last and not least was dessert. I went with the Milk Chocolate Bombe, Housemade Toffee, Malted Anglaise, Cajeta Caramel. To be fair, I'm not a big chocolate fan. Chocolate on the dessert menu is probably one of the last things I'll choose next to a bread pudding. That being said, they nailed this one for me. Despite it being completely chocolate on the outside and on the inside, it was not overwhelmingly chocolatey. Am I making sense? I feel like this dessert would unite chocolate and non-chocolate lovers.
Category:
Seafood
Neighborhoods: Midtown West, Theater District
Category:
Lounges
Neighborhoods: Northwest, Lodo
Categories:
American (New),
Food
Neighborhoods: Southwest, Capitol Hill
Category:
American (New)
Neighborhood: Northwest
Category:
Ice Cream & Frozen Yogurt
"Olive Garden is not Italian"
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Thankfully, my high expectations were too low. One review mentioned that the sweet onion dumplings were not to be missed. We started with those. The dumplings had the appearance of a normal Asian dumpling, yet when prodded with a chopstick, their texture was similar to what I imagine a jellyfish feels like (without the sting). The waitress recommended we let them cool, which I did. . . but not long enough. The first dumpling was a little fireball forcing me to awkwardly exhale as though that would somehow cool it down. Despite the heat, the taste was evident, I was eating french onion soup in dumpling form. I don't even like french onion soup, but this flavor was remarkable.
For my main entree, I went with the fish tacos. Another dish that is somewhat uncharacteristic of me, but the waitress said it was good. As you can see from the photo, the tacos came out tostada-style. I can't stand tostadas. They're like uncooked nachos or stale tacos. They looked attractive enough that I took a photo, but I was concerned that I couldn't fold them. Another issue I have with tacos is that when you start to eat them, the food falls out the back like a drunk on a wagon train. You know what's bizarre about all these issues that I concerned myself with? It's as though they had a meeting beforehand to determine how they would address them. The tacos were actual tacos that could be folded (without breaking), and the ingredients stayed on the taco through my last bite. I didn't have to push any ingredients back on to the the taco with my pinkie finger (my designated clean finger while eating. . . don't ask me why). The flavors were remarkable. Not one flavor overpowered another, which was tough to believe considering the amount of fresh cilantro that was piled on. With Mexican tacos, you usually have one strong ingredient like salsa that takes over, but this was perfectly balanced.
I was full without being uncomfortable, and the meal was relatively inexpensive considering the quality. For Stop #1, I am now concerned about how the rest of the restaurants will be able to stack up against ChoLon Bistro. Rest assured, I am keeping my expectations as low as possible.