Chef, Top Chef veteran and owner of Boulder’s beloved Blackbelly Market and Butcher has done it again, bringing a unique full-bodied dining experience to Boulder’s blossoming food scene. But, this time, he’s paying homage to his New Mexico roots with a restaurant concept he once dreamt about — Santo.
At the intersection of scratch-to-table and fine-dining and nestled into the front of Aurora’s new, food-driven Stanley Marketplace, awaits one of Denver’s newest, burgeoning eateries. From the wall of windows and modest wooden tables to the subtle poppy motifs scattered throughout the restaurant and splashed across the artwork created by the owner’s grandfather — this modern gastropub has found the perfect balance between tasteful understatement and elegance in all of its elements, even down to its name.
Plates of jalapeño mousse pate dressed with lilacs and tart blueberries, citrus beet salads, cold summer soups with refreshing basil, roasted root vegetables with whipped ricotta, jus bathed quail and bowls of coffee ice cream garnished with rosemary and the faint hint of juniper made an appearance in front of the guests....
The fireball of Balinese sun was slowly beginning to retire to her slumber, simmering out over the lush greenery of the tiny Indonesia village I was in. I watched the sun as I wandered through the broken roads— her rays intertwined with the burnt orange of the ornate, shrine-like residences that reached into the sky...
Ah beautiful, bountiful, fresh aired Boulder- the epitome of health and fitness, all wrapped into the perfect little package that has been loving adorned “The Boulder Bubble.” With a plethora of outdoor activities and 5 star dining locales, it can be hard to decide on which ones to choose first! So if you only have time for a quick day trip, here are some of the top picks for your visit to this mountain gem.
A satisfying crunch into the gluten free, grainy tostada was echoed with that of the refreshing coleslaw and balanced by the soft, chewy coconut meat (the perfect alternative to real animal flesh), followed by the smokey heat of the roasted tomatillo which was then cooled by a cascading waterfall of the creamy, cashew queso and finally climaxed and subdued with the indulgence of the fatty, viridescent crescents of the perfect California avocado.
The homey restaurant, which is dominantly comprised of a large patio area and an Australian style wrap around deck, habitually hums with the warm, maternal energy of its cooks and waitresses- local Balinese women whose infectious laughter fills the open-aired space with the delightful wafts of eggs, brewing coffee, garlic aioli toast and citrusy tonics.
Sorry mom. I’d love to pretend all my Sunday mornings start at 7 am after an hour of hot yoga followed by a tall, refreshingly cool glass of green juice (and some really do!). Alas, I am undoubtedly and devilishly human sometimes- (more often than not) and so, this particular Sunday began with a breakfast of buttery eggs, salty sausage patties and crispy, oily, golden brown hash browns. And by breakfast I mean 2 o'clock in the afternoon. ‘Kay love you.
It’s 11:30 am on the start of my second day in Bangkok and surprisingly, I have no jet lag [...] In the meantime, before braving the 98 degree midday sun and almost suffocating in the humidity to finally break out my camera, I thought I’d jot down some of my most prevalent thoughts from my first 24 hours in the city.
