<![CDATA[Boulder - Weekly - Restaurant Review]]> <![CDATA[How to mingle]]> The reuben was pleasant; nothing overbearing in it, nothing too quiet. The bread was undertoasted and it was short on rye, but it held up remarkably well given a healthy amount of cole slaw (which replaced the traditional sauerkraut) and Thousand Island dressing.]]> <![CDATA[Boiling point]]> Just one thing I want to know: how come I have to be Mr. Pink?” my co-worker Caitlin Rockett asked on our way to The Huckleberry in old town Louisville. But we weren’t headed there to pull a Reservoir Dogs; we were going to have a tea party.]]> <![CDATA[Best of the rest]]> Blooming Beets is lifestyle eating if anything, no different in principle than the hip pizza joint or the restaurant that serves the same chow for twice the price as the corner diner just by adding a white table cloth.]]> <![CDATA[Moby taco]]> While CyclHOPS vending tacos and bikes from one shop fronted with bike tools to aid commuters is an idea that deserves some sort of Nobel Prize, it also seemed slightly ironic that the location was on the sort of semi-rural drag strip of a street cyclists tend to avoid for fear of losing one of their three dimensions.]]> <![CDATA[Moving on up]]> La Choza took up its new brick and mortar digs in one of the vacant slots in the shopping center its parking lot served on Aug. 2, and if the line out the door and the 45-minute wait for a quartet of tacos de pastor was any clue, it’s a move Boulder is, ahem, “hungry for.”]]> <![CDATA[Following the recipe]]> The menu is as standard as the exterior architecture: pho and noodle bowls served with lime chili fish sauce (nuac cham). Par for the course, there are a wide variety of phos to choose from, the biggest differences between them being the cuts of meat.]]> <![CDATA[The secret]]> Not because the food isn’t fantastic, but because while most Boulder restaurants are clustered in one of the city’s two walking neighborhoods, or in major-roadway stripmalls you could easily wander into, Dagabi Cucina is tucked away in the back spot...]]> <![CDATA[Fettuccine a la ESPN]]> It was a line of thought that was hard to ignore at Carelli’s, a generally pleasant sit-down on the corner of 30th and Baseline in Boulder, where the ambiance included a jazz band playing in the corner, soft lights rotating colors above the bar and a faceful of the Little League World Series making error after error after error.]]> <![CDATA[Wokking the wok]]> It’s kind of an uphill battle for Wok Eat. It’s located across the street from a similar restaurant (the slightly cheaper Boulder favorite Zoe Ma Ma), and has a touch of the sterile look of a generic chain, despite it being the eatery’s only location..]]> <![CDATA[Farm to fast food]]> The Colorado chain has been slinging spinach since 2004, steadily growing from a single saladteria in Denver to a dozen locations statewide, with company owners saying they are looking to open as many as 50 more outlets in the next five years. MAD Greens may not be winning friends by The Simpsons’.]]> <![CDATA[Top chefs]]> Blackbelly’s interior is tile, wood and piping, giving the decor a comfortable and solid feel, somewhere between a brightly lit corner shop and a neigh borhood pub. The kitchen is exposed, separated from the dining area only by a counter seating area similar to a diner.]]> <![CDATA[Indian food, buffet style]]> A friendly server of few words showed us to our table. After ordering beverages, we began our reconnaissance of the buffet table, which was comfortingly familiar in its offerings. There was the usual assortment of cut-up fresh fruit and salad fixings as well as anticipated hot items like vegetable korma and chicken curry.]]> <![CDATA[Affordable excellence]]> My pizza artist rolled and brushed the dough, slapped my dream team on top and threw it in the oven to bake. The final product ended up with roasted Brussels sprouts, prosciutto, mushrooms, caramelized onions, peppers and red sauce on top of the fresh-baked and tasty thin-style crust.]]> <![CDATA[If it ain’t broke]]> In many ways, Boulder’s restaurant culture, with its focus on local, organic and high-quality ingredients and preparation, serves as a model for what the rest of the country could be doing to help Americans eat better.]]> <![CDATA[Roadside romance]]> When I went to school in Los Angeles, nearly a third of my meals were eaten at Cactus Taqueria, a tiny orange shack outside my apartment near Vine and Melrose. It had enough exhaust from passing traffic to function as a smokehouse, no shade, no seating, no bathroom, no ambiance and little else amenity-wise.]]> <![CDATA[Baked on a budget]]> The bratwurst special ($9.95) this reporter ordered had a strong, smoky flavor and a pleasantly firm texture for a brat. My server said that the sausages are currently made by friends of the owner, but that it is their ultimate goal to make them in-house.]]> <![CDATA[Parking your butt]]> The Mexican street corn on the appetizer menu is worth a trip to Verde all by itself.]]> <![CDATA[Why do they even give you chopsticks?]]> The rapid-service sushi joint offers 12 different rolls, or the choice to design your own. All are available as bowls, but are intended to be served as burrito-sized hand rolls, wrapped in foil and halved. It’s the perfect example of what Steve Jobs meant when he said the job of entrepreneurs was to provide what consumers didn’t yet know they wanted.]]> <![CDATA[That place]]> Though the specific locale is different for everyone, we all have that place, the one you drive past nearly everywhere you go, thinking to yourself, “I should stop in some time,” but keep driving past for at least another six to eight months. You know where I’m talking about.]]> <![CDATA[In need of a warm up]]> However, on that visit, Ella was only marginally less chilly than the great outdoors. Perhaps my dining companion and I were just seated in a drafty corner, or the heat was just down.]]>