Blizzard blasts the Taste of Vail...but it's all good
|Taste of Vail mountaintop picnic|
What restaurant in its right mind would serve a dessert called "tropical panna cotta" at a mountaintop picnic, high above the town of Vail, in a raging blizzard? Seriously. What kind of dumbass would play such a cruel joke on all those poor tourists from Texas
who insisted on wearing jeans and Stetsons tipped over their skull caps on a gondola ride headed straight for a whiteout?
There was absolutely nothing remotely tropical about the Taste of Vail's mountaintop picnic earlier this afternoon, unless you count the woman with the neon red lipstick parading around in a canary yellow hat and tangerine ski pants. She was brighter than a bowl of sherbert, and unlike me, she was genuinely enjoying herself, smitten with the truffled macaroni and cheese...completely sodden with ice crystals. Hey, some people don't mind a little white powder with their noodles.
And it didn't matter what you were eating -- noodles, short ribs (all the restaurants apparently collaborated, because short ribs were more prevalent than parkas), wild boar sausage (cold), deviled eggs (frozen solid, just like that dead guy in Nederland), chocolate-malted crunch bars and raspberry gelato pops (icy)
The Taste of Vail runs through tomorrow, and while stuffing your face in a blizzard is no way to spend a Friday afternoon, I bet I still had more fun than all you IACP people sequestered at the Downtown Denver Sheraton hotel. I bet I scribbled better notes, too.