Cafe Society: Week in review
|John Plessinger in a booth at the Nob Hill Inn, the bar his father put in his name back in 1969, when he was 21.|
What you may have missed this week on Cafe Society while you were hanging on every last word of our hi-larious stories about the time we spent getting up close and personal with the regulars at Nob Hill Inn, which may very well be the best damn dive bar in Denver.
Those of us who write this food bloggy thing called Cafe Society are communing at the Fainting Goat next Wednesday night for drinks, drinks and more drinks. But you know what Jason Sheehan's like ... It's not a party unless all of his fans show up. (Weege, this means you.)
Speaking of Sheehan, if you haven't read the touchy-feely love letter from his biggest fan, a chap by the name of Jon Richard, then you should totally stop whatever it is that you're doing right this moment and get ready to PEE YOUR PANTS.
Which you probably won't do after reading Lori Midson's Chef and Tell interview with Parallel 17 chef-owner Mary Nguyen, who is nothing like Mr. Richards. Instead, the calm, cool and composed chef talks about fleeing Vietnam during the fall of Siagon, her contempt for scrambled eggs and chicken breast and her appreciation for annatto seeds.
Midson also had the pleasure of dining at C Y Steakhouse in the company of strippers, but while the peelers were titillating, it was the food porn that got Midson all hot and bothered.
Bobby Stuckey, the master sommelier at Frasca Food and Wine, looked hot, but not remotely bothered, when he placed 283rd in the New York Marathon with a time of 2:47:23. In case you suck at math, that means that Stuckey averaged a 6:24 minute mile.
God only knows how many drinks Drew Bixby averaged while researching and writing Denver's Best Dive Bars: Drinking and Diving in the Mile High City, but we're guessing it was more than necessary.
Apparently, the shirts behind XO Noodle Bar also found it necessary to close that place down, because that's exactly what they did last Saturday. But according to exec chef Jose Guerreco, it was the location -- not the concept -- that left a wet noodle in the mouth of diners.
It was much better news for Jeff Osaka, owner/exec chef of Twelve, the tiny restaurant on the fringes of downtown that just celebrated its first birthday in another difficult location. If you missed the toast, stop by for the $35 prix fixe dinner, offered Tuesday-Thursday .