Every December 26th, my sugar and I make reservations for a spendy dinner as our Christmas gift to each other. Typically, we’re travelling, so past December 26th dinners have included Campton Place (SFO), Olema Farm House, and Mister A’s (San Diego), to name a few. This year, we found ourselves in Denver, where my in-laws have recently moved.
I didn’t have high hopes for the Mile High City, I must confess. My first two picks, Fruition and Frasca (in Boulder) were closed on December 26th. A tad disappointed, I made reservations for door number 3, Restaurant Kevin Taylor at the Hotel Teatro. I figured it would be good, but there’s just something about a restaurant in a hotel. This is crazy-thinking because I used to work in a hotel in Union Square SFO with a kickass and very well known restaurant, but what can I say, I’m weird that way. Also, there was so much hype about the first two, and I still want to find out if it’s deserved. Maybe next road trip.
In any case, holy foie, RKT did not disappoint. Not only was everything incredibly delish, but ordering was like a dream come true because I only had to ask for one modification: 86 the “cinnamon donut” (wheat bomb) served alongside my foie gras, which, by the way, was the best FG I’ve ever had, daintily mounted atop a mandoline sliver of magical pineapple. For an entree I had seared Australian barramundi, a white freshwater fish that reminded me of something my dad would catch fishing when I was little (except that it tasted good and wasn’t fried Okie-style in cornmeal). Last, and maybe even my favorite course, the cheese plate. I selected a sheep’s cheese (cana de cabra from Spain) and two goat cheeses (pantaleo from Italy, and miticana from Spain). The pantaleo was semi-hard, grainy, and salty–pretty yummy. The miticana was downright spicy on the finish, which completely tripped me out and made me feel so lucky to try it. And the best, the cana de cabra, was a little miracle: grassy, buttery, and like a field on a beautiful spring day. I’m planning to look for it in P-town. Keep your fingers crossed.
Having done this December 26th thing for eight years now, I can tell you that some meals come together and some don’t. RKT really knocked it out of the park. Everything was perfect–food, service, atmosphere, but especially the food, which is always the most important thing. I would go back tomorrow if I could.
When I get all down about my food situation and its unfortunate restrictions, I can think about RKT and be happy again.